<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:45:56.335-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi vida es casi perfecta...</title><subtitle type='html'>Solo le sobro yo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>876</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3266185282489697269</id><published>2012-01-31T21:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:45:56.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando el momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_XRGpGocmKc/Tyh8xGtuJ-I/AAAAAAAANNw/qDbkDQxQju0/s1600/algun%2Bdia%2Ben%2Balgun%2Bsitio%2Balguien%2Bsera%2Bmi%2Bprincipe%2By%2Bme%2Bllevara%2Blejos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703946111122548706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_XRGpGocmKc/Tyh8xGtuJ-I/AAAAAAAANNw/qDbkDQxQju0/s400/algun%2Bdia%2Ben%2Balgun%2Bsitio%2Balguien%2Bsera%2Bmi%2Bprincipe%2By%2Bme%2Bllevara%2Blejos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Algun día, en algun sitio, alguien sera mi príncipe y me llevara lejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3266185282489697269?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3266185282489697269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3266185282489697269' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3266185282489697269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3266185282489697269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2012/01/esperando-el-momento.html' title='Esperando el momento...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_XRGpGocmKc/Tyh8xGtuJ-I/AAAAAAAANNw/qDbkDQxQju0/s72-c/algun%2Bdia%2Ben%2Balgun%2Bsitio%2Balguien%2Bsera%2Bmi%2Bprincipe%2By%2Bme%2Bllevara%2Blejos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1331125582914826864</id><published>2012-01-18T04:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:21:09.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmRVWa4c2GY/TxheY_2ywII/AAAAAAAANNk/bRloJqIrDKM/s1600/208217_1025443276295_1231657660_65813_6298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699409111988486274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmRVWa4c2GY/TxheY_2ywII/AAAAAAAANNk/bRloJqIrDKM/s320/208217_1025443276295_1231657660_65813_6298_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sabia como hacerte llegar mis saludos al cielo, con tantas amistades como dejaste, esta saturada tu linea directa. Espero te llegue desde &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recuerdo aun cuando nos conocimos, 30 años &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Después&lt;/span&gt; de ese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;siguió&lt;/span&gt; otro, otro, hasta pasar media vida juntas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasabamos&lt;/span&gt; tardes enteras juntas, noches &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt;, hicimos nuestras &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandidiadas&lt;/span&gt;, compartimos muchas risas, alguna que otra bronca, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;confidencias&lt;/span&gt; de adolescentes, y largas charlas de la vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchos dicen no conocer la verdadera amistas, yo la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conocí&lt;/span&gt; gracias a vos, y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;además&lt;/span&gt; de saber que es un verdadero amigo, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; se lo que es perderlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre con esa sonrisa en el rostro, siempre alegre, una persona de las que ya quedan pocas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amiga de verdad, una hermana de la vida, siempre dispuesta a hacer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sonreír&lt;/span&gt; a quien estuviera triste, siempre al lado de los que te importaban, en los buenos y en los malos momentos, donde se demuestra la verdadera amistad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si tuviera que escribir todas tus virtudes, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dormiría&lt;/span&gt; esta noche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo quiero desahogarme, hacerte llegar mi saludo como hicimos siempre, esta vez no puedo mandarte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; ni llamarte, pero me sirve este medio, se que te llegara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Decirte&lt;/span&gt; que te recuerdo, me arrancas una sonrisa y a la vez empañas mis ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que disfrutes donde quieras que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt;, porque tarde o temprano espero volver a verte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abrazarte y llenar el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacìo&lt;/span&gt; que dejaste....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te extraño .... y mucho....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1331125582914826864?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1331125582914826864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1331125582914826864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1331125582914826864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1331125582914826864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmRVWa4c2GY/TxheY_2ywII/AAAAAAAANNk/bRloJqIrDKM/s72-c/208217_1025443276295_1231657660_65813_6298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6485249152529875864</id><published>2011-12-30T17:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:14:34.183-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin chin!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.practicopedia.com/files/fin%20de%20a%C3%B1o476_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.practicopedia.com/files/fin%20de%20a%C3%B1o476_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y así es... como quien no quiere la cosa, el 2011 se va escabullendo de nuestras vidas, dejando 365 días de aprendizaje, desde el dolor, desde la decepción, desde la impotencia, desde el desamor, desde algún cachetazo despabilador. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero también desde lugares llenos de luz, desde palabras llenas de sentimientos, desde caricias, desde la alegría, desde el abrazo de un nuevo amigo que llega a nuestras vidas, cuando otro nos dijo chau... Este claroscuro que se llama vida se vuelve maravillosa si tenemos con quien compartirla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los años son como hojas de libros, algunos de ellos no queremos que terminen y cuando lo hacemos nos da cierta nostalgia, otros son aburridos y estamos deseando que terminen, otros nos generan angustia pero igual queremos terminarlo, deseo que cada unos de sus libros 2012 esten llenos de lindas aventuras, de cuentos de amor, de salud abundante, de paz, y de todo aquello que anhelamos.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que la consigna de cada uno de nosotros sea disfrutar, vivir a pleno e ir en busca de todo aquello que el tiempo transformara en grandes recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por un 2012 lleno de momentos inolvidables!!! Chin chin!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6485249152529875864?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6485249152529875864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6485249152529875864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6485249152529875864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6485249152529875864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/chin-chin.html' title='Chin chin!!!!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7421251731494062787</id><published>2011-12-25T20:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:37:56.659-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una navidad triste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De a poco, y de diferentes maneras, la gente que queremos se va...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La vida continua... Hacerla disfrutable, linda, alegre, es nuestra tarea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7421251731494062787?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7421251731494062787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7421251731494062787' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7421251731494062787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7421251731494062787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/una-navidad-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2324472523512740196</id><published>2011-12-19T20:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:40:22.908-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg3hpGCH4Do/Tu-9ICxn8OI/AAAAAAAANNU/ZM5SpfJBqV0/s1600/La%2Bvida%2Bes%2Buna%2Bsecuencia%2Bde%2Bmomentos%2Bllamados%2Bahora.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687972800273838306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg3hpGCH4Do/Tu-9ICxn8OI/AAAAAAAANNU/ZM5SpfJBqV0/s400/La%2Bvida%2Bes%2Buna%2Bsecuencia%2Bde%2Bmomentos%2Bllamados%2Bahora.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La vida es una secuencia de momentos llamados ahora....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2324472523512740196?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2324472523512740196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2324472523512740196' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2324472523512740196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2324472523512740196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-vida-es-una-secuencia-de-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg3hpGCH4Do/Tu-9ICxn8OI/AAAAAAAANNU/ZM5SpfJBqV0/s72-c/La%2Bvida%2Bes%2Buna%2Bsecuencia%2Bde%2Bmomentos%2Bllamados%2Bahora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7852601947317494147</id><published>2011-12-18T16:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:15:49.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y se va...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_3CJoi7lDU/Tu4tyhGwgHI/AAAAAAAANNA/sqgtqvZKn9w/s1600/396687_2826334823640_1417110444_33046812_1533035033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687533725318938738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_3CJoi7lDU/Tu4tyhGwgHI/AAAAAAAANNA/sqgtqvZKn9w/s320/396687_2826334823640_1417110444_33046812_1533035033_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7852601947317494147?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7852601947317494147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7852601947317494147' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7852601947317494147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7852601947317494147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-se-va.html' title='Y se va...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_3CJoi7lDU/Tu4tyhGwgHI/AAAAAAAANNA/sqgtqvZKn9w/s72-c/396687_2826334823640_1417110444_33046812_1533035033_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1162972878029078211</id><published>2011-12-12T05:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T05:22:27.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-yumzA03zI/TuWrlDiXHDI/AAAAAAAANM0/QfZXiatkUeE/s1600/amor%2Bes%2Bpaciencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685138757718055986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-yumzA03zI/TuWrlDiXHDI/AAAAAAAANM0/QfZXiatkUeE/s320/amor%2Bes%2Bpaciencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1162972878029078211?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1162972878029078211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1162972878029078211' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1162972878029078211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1162972878029078211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-yumzA03zI/TuWrlDiXHDI/AAAAAAAANM0/QfZXiatkUeE/s72-c/amor%2Bes%2Bpaciencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1125829127902971762</id><published>2011-12-08T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:07:23.002-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4mJWwZGP5g/TsaMQ7FvhCI/AAAAAAAAL2k/84AqKfEgvnk/s1600/1321388848471723.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4mJWwZGP5g/TsaMQ7FvhCI/AAAAAAAAL2k/84AqKfEgvnk/s1600/1321388848471723.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy sólo una chica&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta que me digan que soy bella, pero nunca me lo creeré.&lt;br /&gt;No llevo siempre la razón, pero odio admitir que me equivoco.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy casi siempre sonriendo, pero no siempre me siento alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Se me puede leer como a un libro abierto, pero escondo muchas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Trabajo duro, pero no siempre consigo lo que merezco.&lt;br /&gt;Soy sólo una chica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1125829127902971762?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1125829127902971762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1125829127902971762' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1125829127902971762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1125829127902971762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/soy-solo-una-chica-me-encanta-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4mJWwZGP5g/TsaMQ7FvhCI/AAAAAAAAL2k/84AqKfEgvnk/s72-c/1321388848471723.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4970224195030810283</id><published>2011-12-07T15:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T15:19:51.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zznqmE3BEK0/Tt-gLAWotuI/AAAAAAAANMQ/Oc9N0whkv5w/s1600/132248303438624.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683437365698803426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zznqmE3BEK0/Tt-gLAWotuI/AAAAAAAANMQ/Oc9N0whkv5w/s320/132248303438624.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4970224195030810283?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4970224195030810283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4970224195030810283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4970224195030810283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4970224195030810283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zznqmE3BEK0/Tt-gLAWotuI/AAAAAAAANMQ/Oc9N0whkv5w/s72-c/132248303438624.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4442785435097548667</id><published>2011-11-24T11:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:15:41.107-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si, hoy cumplo 36!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taikarame.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/img_velitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://taikarame.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/img_velitas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, hoy cumplo 36 y soy muy feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo una rara sensación y es que ultimamente no he hecho mas que abrir puertas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuevos lugares, personas, actividades, locuras también, sentimientos, mis amigos de siempre y la manera diferente de mirarnos, mis nuevos amigos y las formas de irnos conociendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque también me he dedicado a cerrar otras e incluso se me han cerrado de golpe achatandome la nariz... esas cosas que uno nunca espera y suceden sin mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy cumplo años y me dan ganas de agradecer, dar las gracias a mucha gente que durante todo este tiempo ha ido construyendome, ayudando a darme cuenta de lo que soy, que me recuerda quien soy cada día, que hace que no me olvide de adonde, o al menos, no quiero ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahí entran todos los que me conocen, poco o mucho, los que me tienen en cuenta, los que me escuchan, los que me leen, los que incluso, me critican, esos también. Gracias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y tambien estan todas las personas que en estos 36 años he tenido el placer de conocer y compartir minutos, horas, dias, semanas o años... Gracias, mil gracias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4442785435097548667?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4442785435097548667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4442785435097548667' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4442785435097548667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4442785435097548667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/11/si-hoy-cumplo-36.html' title='Si, hoy cumplo 36!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-158441723383687547</id><published>2011-11-20T18:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:19:19.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surcultural.info/wp-content/plugins/wp-o-matic/cache/b665a_nenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 700px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 545px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.surcultural.info/wp-content/plugins/wp-o-matic/cache/b665a_nenes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos damos cuenta que extrañamos la infancia cuando sabemos que las heridas en las rodillas duelen menos que las del corazon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-158441723383687547?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/158441723383687547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=158441723383687547' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/158441723383687547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/158441723383687547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/11/nos-damos-cuenta-que-extranamos-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-864374612170652164</id><published>2011-11-15T20:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:16:43.762-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.fotocommunity.com/Plantas/Flores/intentando-sobrevivir-a20535553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 900px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 674px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.fotocommunity.com/Plantas/Flores/intentando-sobrevivir-a20535553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca podriamos reconocer en nosotros mismos la fuerza que llevamos dentro, hasta que no nos damos cuenta que sobrevivimos a algo terrible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-864374612170652164?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/864374612170652164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=864374612170652164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/864374612170652164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/864374612170652164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/11/nunca-podriamos-reconocer-en-nosotros.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-547258222160281349</id><published>2011-10-28T19:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:29:44.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya es mio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gallito.com.uy/23102011/Autos-6273659-Venta___Autos___PEUGEOT___206_PEUGEOT_206.html"&gt;http://www.gallito.com.uy/23102011/Autos-6273659-Venta___Autos___PEUGEOT___206_PEUGEOT_206.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-547258222160281349?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/547258222160281349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=547258222160281349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/547258222160281349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/547258222160281349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/ya-es-mio.html' title='Ya es mio!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7372773976257059620</id><published>2011-10-22T21:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:36:38.727-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWSS_g2uXbc/TVKU3vSf6iI/AAAAAAAAFZw/a5YwBWGS3Hs/s400/Cerradura+Corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWSS_g2uXbc/TVKU3vSf6iI/AAAAAAAAFZw/a5YwBWGS3Hs/s400/Cerradura+Corazon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No cierres tu corazon con siete llaves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero tampoco lo dejes sin ninguna cerradura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7372773976257059620?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7372773976257059620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7372773976257059620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7372773976257059620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7372773976257059620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-cierres-tu-corazon-con-siete-llaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWSS_g2uXbc/TVKU3vSf6iI/AAAAAAAAFZw/a5YwBWGS3Hs/s72-c/Cerradura+Corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4316676737229335002</id><published>2011-10-19T19:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:23:06.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d3rdeye.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/manos-unidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://d3rdeye.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/manos-unidas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busco sentimientos sin fecha de caducidad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4316676737229335002?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4316676737229335002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4316676737229335002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4316676737229335002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4316676737229335002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/busco-sentimientos-sin-fecha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3023810870557341088</id><published>2011-10-14T20:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:09:32.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elescorial.cuadernosciudadanos.net/gavilan/media/Image/gavilan/8935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Esperando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3023810870557341088?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3023810870557341088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3023810870557341088' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3023810870557341088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3023810870557341088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/esperando.html' title='Esperando....'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3387634534229818918</id><published>2011-10-06T23:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:01:51.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola! ... Adios!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d200fahol9mbkt.cloudfront.net/item/16406041/hola-adios-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 495px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://d200fahol9mbkt.cloudfront.net/item/16406041/hola-adios-web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola y adios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palabras que significan lo opuesto... y a pesar de eso son muy intimas amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por si solas explican cada aspecto de nuestras vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inicio y final... amanecer y anochecer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despedimos el dia y saludamos al nuevo que llega con los primeros colores del amanecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un viejo amor se va para dar paso a un nuevo sentimiento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un segundo ... un minuto ... una hora ... buena o mala termina para abrir paso a otra, plena de incertidumbre, de novedad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anhelamos decir ese primer hola...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenemos que pronunciar el ultimo adios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivamos todo y mas ... sin miedo a los adioses, que son solo horas disfrazadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;precursores de nuevas aventuras, precursores del siguiente capitulo de nuestra vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3387634534229818918?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3387634534229818918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3387634534229818918' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3387634534229818918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3387634534229818918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/hola-adios.html' title='Hola! ... Adios!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1895948751026311337</id><published>2011-09-24T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:21:35.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9w9jkbff-I/TIWZNKiDrpI/AAAAAAAADys/PS8SinosIjs/s400/corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9w9jkbff-I/TIWZNKiDrpI/AAAAAAAADys/PS8SinosIjs/s400/corazon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un dia alguien va a entrar en tu vida y hacer que te des cuenta de por que nunca funciono con nadie mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1895948751026311337?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1895948751026311337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1895948751026311337' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1895948751026311337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1895948751026311337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-dia-alguien-va-entrar-en-tu-vida-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9w9jkbff-I/TIWZNKiDrpI/AAAAAAAADys/PS8SinosIjs/s72-c/corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6221572550703427760</id><published>2011-09-15T18:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:47:16.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La llave de la felicidad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5476699026_04df45e876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5476699026_04df45e876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Frente a las puertas de todo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en un saco repleto de nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la llave maestra se habia perdido..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reinaba la confusion y los que siempre llegan primero ya opinaban...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El pesimismo dio un paso adelante y dijo: "nunca la encontrare en este vacío..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La impaciencia, dando vueltas en circulo y con el ceño fruncido solo repetía: " cuanto tiempo tendre que esperar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ira pronto se les unio dando un par de patadas de fustracion, y decia: " maldita sea mi suerte, derribemosla".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El miedo, miraba de lejos, temblando en un rincón, incapaz de decir ni hacer nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El fracaso, con los hombros caidos y con cara de desconsuelo, sin mas, emprendía el camino de vuelta, "es una perdida de tiempo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando estaban a punto de derribarla a patadas... por cortesía de la ira, dos pequeños llegaron...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miralos estan agotados, dijo la compasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Han intentado tocar la puerta? les pregunto la paciencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y acto seguido procedio a llamar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ante la mirada incredula de todos, especialmente del pesimismo que aun no lo podía creer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las puertas se abrieron de par en par.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicidad, la anfitriona, les dio la bienvenida y sorprendida dijo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La fiesta ya comenzo, por que llegaron tan tarde?... Paz ya cocino. Amor esta escogiendo la musica. Y ya conocen a Optimismo, ayudando en todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interrogada sobre el dilema de la llave por los irritantes invitados, se limito a sonreir despreocupadamente: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero si todos tenemos una copia, acaso lo olvidaron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6221572550703427760?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6221572550703427760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6221572550703427760' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6221572550703427760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6221572550703427760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-llave-de-la-felicidad.html' title='La llave de la felicidad...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5476699026_04df45e876_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8327632919272018641</id><published>2011-09-10T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:17:01.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29259_381851158052_262638678052_4014851_1129149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29259_381851158052_262638678052_4014851_1129149_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando miras a tu alrededor, es dficil creer que realmente hay alguien ahi afuera, que espera encontrarte algun dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8327632919272018641?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8327632919272018641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8327632919272018641' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8327632919272018641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8327632919272018641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/cuando-miras-tu-alrededor-es-dficil.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6509626655217758659</id><published>2011-09-07T23:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:55:13.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Infancia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qb3auGCU57E/TmgueFw_VlI/AAAAAAAAMyw/33fT1wMpSuI/s1600/6922_1275202080109_1231657660_826498_2388108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649816827014895186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qb3auGCU57E/TmgueFw_VlI/AAAAAAAAMyw/33fT1wMpSuI/s320/6922_1275202080109_1231657660_826498_2388108_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como aquella vez que sentía que podía volar, que podía creer, que pod´´ia separar ese instante y congelarlo en el tiempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como cuando veía las flechitas de cupído clavarse en todos los corazones y salirse una y otra vez sin consecuencias... eso era vida, lo de ahora es tan solo tiempo que corre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6509626655217758659?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6509626655217758659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6509626655217758659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6509626655217758659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6509626655217758659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/infancia.html' title='Infancia...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qb3auGCU57E/TmgueFw_VlI/AAAAAAAAMyw/33fT1wMpSuI/s72-c/6922_1275202080109_1231657660_826498_2388108_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6472865780191967731</id><published>2011-08-30T01:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:13:25.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtoQKUrke_k/TWV2B86gFbI/AAAAAAAAADw/kikPBsj-268/s1600/esperando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtoQKUrke_k/TWV2B86gFbI/AAAAAAAAADw/kikPBsj-268/s1600/esperando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdí el zapatito cuando escapaba de aquel cuento que protagonizamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidí salir corriendo y me cruce con el tiempo, amargo tiempo que me quito el sueño...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora espero que me besen cuando duermo, que me enseñen a volar y me hablen de nunca jamas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigo buscando respuestas pero al parecer no llegan, sigo en busca de la magia de caricias, de algo mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6472865780191967731?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6472865780191967731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6472865780191967731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6472865780191967731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6472865780191967731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/08/perdi-el-zapatito-cuando-escapaba-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtoQKUrke_k/TWV2B86gFbI/AAAAAAAAADw/kikPBsj-268/s72-c/esperando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6568405107275336632</id><published>2011-08-24T23:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:20:41.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar.... que el tiempo pase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.suite101.com/500032_net_normal_191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.suite101.com/500032_net_normal_191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al principio siempre saltan chispas cuando la se enciende y comienzas a soñar, mariposas en la panza, lo ves todo al reves, se confunde la realidad y cuando esa luz se apaga, te derrumbas...Y es que en la vida no debemos esperar ni buenos momentos ni malos. La vida cambia... Un dia te despiertas tocando las nubes y otro te encuentras tirada en el suelo con mil heridas que no tienen cura, un millon de preguntas que tal vez nunca tengan respuestas, y un billon de respuestas de las que nunca te has planteado la pregunta. Solo espera... ten paciencia... Porque el tiempo te dara la respuesta... Porque el tiempo va cambiando, pero la gente tambien ... Porque aun queda un camino en la vida que debes escoger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6568405107275336632?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6568405107275336632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6568405107275336632' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6568405107275336632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6568405107275336632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/08/esperar-que-el-tiempo-pase.html' title='Esperar.... que el tiempo pase...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1024655942685250591</id><published>2011-08-23T00:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:35:02.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio la incertidumbre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bJTNcfe0i4/ThyEfinL8nI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4Z2MX97d74c/s1600/incertidumbre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bJTNcfe0i4/ThyEfinL8nI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4Z2MX97d74c/s1600/incertidumbre1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sea lo que sea... pero que sea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1024655942685250591?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1024655942685250591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1024655942685250591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1024655942685250591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgMMJF1UF8w/SumCCZ4RYgI/AAAAAAAABZQ/qY2598ciLhQ/s1600/paginas+blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgMMJF1UF8w/SumCCZ4RYgI/AAAAAAAABZQ/qY2598ciLhQ/s1600/paginas+blanco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En el libro de los gustos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;las paginas estan en blanco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5133781670812481203?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgMMJF1UF8w/SumCCZ4RYgI/AAAAAAAABZQ/qY2598ciLhQ/s72-c/paginas+blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5960553445855066908</id><published>2011-08-16T13:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:04:33.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia niños!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb6E-JHaf_w/TkqVBC5_AzI/AAAAAAAAMyk/Y4ZEqbDWuD8/s1600/262466_2295406674098_1517038404_2515387_3419233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641485328427451186" border="0" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6965824669111444620</id><published>2011-08-01T22:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:08:20.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artistaturista.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/stand-up-comedy1.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=300"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://artistaturista.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/stand-up-comedy1.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No soy la persona mas fuerte, ni la mas valiente o decidida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede que me equivoque muchas veces, dicen que demasiadas.&lt;br /&gt;Puede que me de cuenta de lo que quiero cuando ya no lo tengo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que mi lista de caprichos sea larguisima, que mis paranoias aumenten día a día, y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que también sean sin remedio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede que complique lo facil, que facilite lo deficil y tambien puede que tropiece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mil veces con la misma piedra, pero tengo seguro que siempre me voy a levantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6965824669111444620?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6965824669111444620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6965824669111444620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.infolatam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Uruguay-copa-america-e1311552653376-320x139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.infolatam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Uruguay-copa-america-e1311552653376-320x139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notideportes24.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/uruguay-campeon-300x139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.notideportes24.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/uruguay-campeon-300x139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minutoaminuto.com.ve/sites/default/files/images/24-07-2011-Uruguay-campeon-de-la-Copa-America-al-derrotar-3-por-0-a-Paraguay.noticias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.minutoaminuto.com.ve/sites/default/files/images/24-07-2011-Uruguay-campeon-de-la-Copa-America-al-derrotar-3-por-0-a-Paraguay.noticias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecuavisa.com/images/galerias/thumb/300/300x300_20110724_uruguay_campeon_copa_america_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ecuavisa.com/images/galerias/thumb/300/300x300_20110724_uruguay_campeon_copa_america_2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fr4x6-RbJrI/TizSB0CdRYI/AAAAAAAAMsM/shtivQWxTLo/s1600/Uruguay-Campeon-Copa-America.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633108162524300674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fr4x6-RbJrI/TizSB0CdRYI/AAAAAAAAMsM/shtivQWxTLo/s320/Uruguay-Campeon-Copa-America.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gracias Gurises!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4155685307949483873?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4155685307949483873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2111333301321452755?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2111333301321452755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2111333301321452755' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2111333301321452755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2111333301321452755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-del-amigo.html' title='Dia del amigo...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3633500608410193682</id><published>2011-07-11T23:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:39:55.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seras vos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3633500608410193682?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3945788852252992748</id><published>2011-06-25T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:16:37.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cafenpolvo.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/risa-llanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cafenpolvo.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/risa-llanto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con los ojos rojos y los párpados hinchados...&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de entender el porqué de demasiadas cosas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3945788852252992748?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3945788852252992748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3945788852252992748' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3945788852252992748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3945788852252992748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/06/con-los-ojos-rojos-y-los-parpados.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5911841226914108921</id><published>2011-06-15T22:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:20:18.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx6o7oJF8Go/TQPdQ3bBGWI/AAAAAAAABrQ/8oDkdsuxItU/s1600/cambio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx6o7oJF8Go/TQPdQ3bBGWI/AAAAAAAABrQ/8oDkdsuxItU/s1600/cambio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca subestimes el poder del destino, porque cuando menos te lo esperas, el detalle mas insignificante puede causar un efecto en cadena que cambie el rumbo de tu vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5911841226914108921?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5911841226914108921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5911841226914108921' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5911841226914108921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0izn1zG6oeM/TctdmraS4hI/AAAAAAAAMr8/UEwjug-AJH8/s1600/65189903RL424421094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605677080262140434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0izn1zG6oeM/TctdmraS4hI/AAAAAAAAMr8/UEwjug-AJH8/s320/65189903RL424421094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No es importante quien mas lugar ocupa, sino quien mas vacio deja cuando se va...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy, amiga, no puedo escribir nada, simplemente decirte que se te extraña muchisimo, la vida ya no es la misma sin vos, te quiero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6383629058355309858?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0izn1zG6oeM/TctdmraS4hI/AAAAAAAAMr8/UEwjug-AJH8/s72-c/65189903RL424421094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8356238805792312212</id><published>2011-04-25T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:53:31.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORZOq2hmkZU/TbYXhhtAh7I/AAAAAAAAMrk/YAF4r8Zhml0/s1600/1347396w590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599689051432060850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORZOq2hmkZU/TbYXhhtAh7I/AAAAAAAAMrk/YAF4r8Zhml0/s400/1347396w590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8356238805792312212?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8356238805792312212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8356238805792312212' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8356238805792312212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8356238805792312212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORZOq2hmkZU/TbYXhhtAh7I/AAAAAAAAMrk/YAF4r8Zhml0/s72-c/1347396w590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2602826821453148720</id><published>2011-04-21T09:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:56:16.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finales felices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpD_DprcRYU/SCzIyOwCBxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hymMPJHFj7g/s320/Final+Feliz+-+The+History_Tapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpD_DprcRYU/SCzIyOwCBxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hymMPJHFj7g/s320/Final+Feliz+-+The+History_Tapa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las cosas siempre terminan bien....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ahora no lo estan... es porque no es el final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2602826821453148720?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2602826821453148720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2602826821453148720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2602826821453148720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2602826821453148720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/04/finales-felices.html' title='Finales felices...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpD_DprcRYU/SCzIyOwCBxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hymMPJHFj7g/s72-c/Final+Feliz+-+The+History_Tapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4558173507359916294</id><published>2011-04-12T11:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:33:37.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil... Difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.todohumor.com/UserFiles/Image/powerpoints/reflexiones/Facil_dificil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.todohumor.com/UserFiles/Image/powerpoints/reflexiones/Facil_dificil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es ocupar un lugar en una agenda telefónica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es ocupar el corazón de alguien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es herir a quien nos ama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es curar esa herida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es dictar reglas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es seguirlas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es soñar todas las noches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es luchar por un sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es excibir la victoria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es asumir la derrota con dignidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es admirar una luna llena...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es ver su otra cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es saber que estas rodeado de personas queridas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es saber eso y no sentirte solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es tropezar con una piedra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es levantarse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es disfrutar la vida todos los días...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es darle el verdadero valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es prometerle algo a alguien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es cumplirle esa promesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es decir que amamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es demostrarlo todos los días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es criticar a los demás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es mejorar uno mismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es cometer errores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es aprender de ellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es llorar por el amor perdido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es cuidarlo para no perderlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil es pensar en mejorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difícil es dejar de pensar y solamente hacerlo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4558173507359916294?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4558173507359916294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4558173507359916294' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4558173507359916294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4558173507359916294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/04/facil-dificil.html' title='Fácil... Difícil...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6455794904430561590</id><published>2011-04-09T03:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:42:56.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moonmentum.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Alegr%C3%ADa-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.moonmentum.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Alegr%C3%ADa-300x225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despues de haber pasado largos meses de color gris, esta tarde la felicidad me choco de frente y sin aviso. Tengo el añma abierta a la mitad, desbordando de alegria. Mi mente esta ocupada con una sola idea, la de agradecer infinitamente...a la vida, al destino, o a quien haya sido el culpable de devolverme la alegria de vivir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6455794904430561590?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6455794904430561590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6455794904430561590' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6455794904430561590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6455794904430561590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/04/despues-de-haber-pasado-largos-meses-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2512098082019366009</id><published>2011-03-29T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:36:31.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spf.fotologs.net/photo/47/41/63/_inkognito/1150133111_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 448px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://spf.fotologs.net/photo/47/41/63/_inkognito/1150133111_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los sueños sin esperanza de que se cumplan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca se haran realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso, nunca dejemos de soñar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2512098082019366009?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2512098082019366009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2512098082019366009' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2512098082019366009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2512098082019366009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonar.html' title='Soñar...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8766216806778818467</id><published>2011-03-23T09:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:43:43.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d3ds4oy7g1wrqq.cloudfront.net/nazul/myfiles/con-una-pinza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oswaI4qdC_A/TMnT1sfxrxI/AAAAAAAADV4/byGRBpH_TfI/ojos-cerrados%5B6%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soñaba con no despertar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...y un día se quedo soñando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8212140814718136233?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8212140814718136233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8212140814718136233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8212140814718136233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8212140814718136233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonaba-con-no-despertar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oswaI4qdC_A/TMnT1sfxrxI/AAAAAAAADV4/byGRBpH_TfI/s72-c/ojos-cerrados%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4780591103856988797</id><published>2011-03-03T00:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:17:57.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.revistadeletras.net/wp-content/uploads//2010/02/amor-rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 430px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.revistadeletras.net/wp-content/uploads//2010/02/amor-rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la vida solo hay cuatro cuestiones importantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que es lo sagrado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De que esta hecho el espíritu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que vale la pena vivir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que vale la pena morir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo existe una respuesta común a las cuatro cuestiones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EL AMOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4780591103856988797?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4780591103856988797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4780591103856988797' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4780591103856988797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4780591103856988797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-amor.html' title='El amor...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5994302080370379272</id><published>2011-02-27T02:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:29:31.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/yorkberlin/yorkberlin1012/yorkberlin101200003/8346684-procesamiento-de-3d-de-un-guerrero-mujer-en-armaduras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/yorkberlin/yorkberlin1012/yorkberlin101200003/8346684-procesamiento-de-3d-de-un-guerrero-mujer-en-armaduras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Después de varias derrotas y algunas victorias, uno empieza a medir las batallas no por el resultado, sino por las cicatrices. El saldo de mis luchas dejó pocas marcas visibles. Las invisibles son las que cuentan. La impotencia masticada sin agua para digerirla. Producto de esto es la coraza que hace tiempo llevo a cuestas y que oculta lo que pueda haber por debajo, un corazón perforado, la piel agrietada, tal vez. Litros de lágrimas recorrieron la armadura hasta herrumbrarla. Ya no lloro, o lloro menos. Me acostumbre tanto a la coraza que ya no se por donde podría colarse una caricia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5994302080370379272?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5994302080370379272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5994302080370379272' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5994302080370379272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5994302080370379272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/guerrera.html' title='Guerrera...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1697433876433907545</id><published>2011-02-22T01:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:21:20.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zoocial.es/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/20090301_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 840px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 562px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.zoocial.es/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/20090301_1736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No soy la persona mas fuerte, ni la mas valiente o decidida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede que me equivoque muchas veces... dicen demasiadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede que me de cuenta de lo que quiero cuando ya no lo tengo, que mi lista de caprichos sea larguísima, que mis paranoias aumenten día a día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede que complique lo fácil, facilite lo difícil, y también puede que tropieze mil veces con la misma piedra, pero ten por seguro que siempre me voy a levantar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1697433876433907545?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1697433876433907545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1697433876433907545' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1697433876433907545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1697433876433907545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/siempre.html' title='Siempre...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2619985268289151439</id><published>2011-02-18T22:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:14:38.299-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/imagenes-poemas/56ce445.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/imagenes-poemas/56ce445.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imposible!! - dijo el orgullo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es arriesgado - dijo la experiencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tiene sentido- dijo la razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dale una oportunidad - susurro el corazón!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7644058013510952849</id><published>2011-02-16T15:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:36:36.462-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humor12.com/data/media/38/Colchon_para_una_sola_persona_www_Humor12_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 550px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.humor12.com/data/media/38/Colchon_para_una_sola_persona_www_Humor12_com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aferrada a mi pequeña soledad de una única copa de vino, sin nadie en el espejo y con media cama vacía, sigo andando como si nada, por esa ruta que pasa junto a miles de soledades tan parecidas a la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mía&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7644058013510952849?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7644058013510952849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7644058013510952849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7644058013510952849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7644058013510952849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/aferrada-mi-pequena-soledad-de-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2748876401676640687</id><published>2011-02-15T00:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:19:53.915-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitivamente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cupido tiene muy mala punteria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2748876401676640687?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3165700582769815982</id><published>2011-02-11T02:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:35:28.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muy pero muy, pero muy cansada de esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3165700582769815982?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3165700582769815982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3165700582769815982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3165700582769815982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3165700582769815982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/muy-pero-muy-pero-muy-cansada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8037515901855446788</id><published>2011-02-04T15:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:34:50.484-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4LaRnxIpO8/SfqeJcRPFcI/AAAAAAAAABo/ko2XvQ5RXUU/s400/3f113dfbe5407f009799262f411c8d367ac69a6b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4LaRnxIpO8/SfqeJcRPFcI/AAAAAAAAABo/ko2XvQ5RXUU/s400/3f113dfbe5407f009799262f411c8d367ac69a6b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La vida es como una obra de teatro que no permite ensayos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso canta, ríe, baila, llora y vive intensamente cada momento de tu vida, antes que el telón baje y la obra termine sin aplausos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8037515901855446788?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8037515901855446788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8037515901855446788' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8037515901855446788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8037515901855446788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-vida-es-como-una-obra-de-teatro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4LaRnxIpO8/SfqeJcRPFcI/AAAAAAAAABo/ko2XvQ5RXUU/s72-c/3f113dfbe5407f009799262f411c8d367ac69a6b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1221768572391347501</id><published>2011-01-27T00:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:42:15.363-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNQjCuiFXSc/THfbp4AVmQI/AAAAAAAAID4/07Nm2ht41ys/s1600/1274739528997865.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNQjCuiFXSc/THfbp4AVmQI/AAAAAAAAID4/07Nm2ht41ys/s1600/1274739528997865.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No te estoy buscando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero si te estoy esperando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1221768572391347501?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1221768572391347501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1221768572391347501' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1221768572391347501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1221768572391347501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-te-estoy-buscando.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNQjCuiFXSc/THfbp4AVmQI/AAAAAAAAID4/07Nm2ht41ys/s72-c/1274739528997865.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8224073737709211737</id><published>2011-01-23T00:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:37:14.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para muestra... basta un boton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfcMeBUvAP0/TNnGhx61jRI/AAAAAAAANXE/r4VUj3rUV30/s1600/Botones%252B04_thumb%255B5%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 463px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfcMeBUvAP0/TNnGhx61jRI/AAAAAAAANXE/r4VUj3rUV30/s1600/Botones%252B04_thumb%255B5%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que las personas que al verse demasiado inmiscuidas en una relacion, sencilamente hullen de la manera mas cobarde que pueda existir? Nunca mas vuelven a llamar y/o aparecer... Acaso se creen MEN IN BLACK, que con un destello de luz uno se olvida de todo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay peor persona que la cobarde, la que no da la cara.... la gente inteligente dialoga, conversa, habla, y no da por sentada las cosas. Como es eso de ni siquiera volver a llamar y una tiene que asumir que todo termino?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo me enseño que hay tres tipo de personas, las que engañas a los demas, las sumamente honestas y la peor de todas, las que se engañan a si mismas escudandose detras de una excusa barata. Lo de "necesito tiempo" es la mejor o peor de todas, solo por la falta de coraje para enfrentar las cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamentablemente la vida esta llena de estas personas y vos sos uno de ellos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tropece dos veces con la misma piedra, la tercera no me la permito...como siempre resurgis de la nada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8224073737709211737?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8224073737709211737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8224073737709211737' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8224073737709211737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8224073737709211737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-muestra-basta-un-boton.html' title='Para muestra... basta un boton!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfcMeBUvAP0/TNnGhx61jRI/AAAAAAAANXE/r4VUj3rUV30/s72-c/Botones%252B04_thumb%255B5%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-9037394360169761805</id><published>2011-01-14T00:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:08:43.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Año nuevo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bligoo.com/media/users/0/43874/images/open%20arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/0/43874/images/open%20arms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arranco el 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El nuevo almanaque esta listo para que llenemos cada día con todas aquellas cosas que nos hacen sentir bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay posibilidad alguna de negociar con todo aquello que sea corrosivo, lacrimogeno o atente conta nuestra felicidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tampoco hay lugar para gente nociva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El almanaque solo tiene lugar para aquellas personas que dejan en nosotros una estela de positivismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El nuevo año trae la posibilidad de cambio... Asi que bienvenido y a disfrutarlo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asi lo espero.. de brazos abiertos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-9037394360169761805?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9037394360169761805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=9037394360169761805' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/9037394360169761805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/9037394360169761805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/ano-nuevo.html' title='Año nuevo...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5138203928152787643</id><published>2010-12-31T18:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:48:17.398-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-D08r5MdZvA/TRkQTKFZtbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/thepRZhn7to/s1600/chau2010%2Bch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1000px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 655px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-D08r5MdZvA/TRkQTKFZtbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/thepRZhn7to/s1600/chau2010%2Bch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se va el 2010. En mi caso, agoniza después de haber estado más tiempo bajo los efectos de los sedantes que lúcido. Lo bien que hace en irse... que ni se despida, ni haga el más mínimo intento de quedarse. Su estadía me generó mas complicaciones que complacencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo se limitó a hacer insinuaciones de las cosas buenas que tenia para regalarme y salvo por una gran noticia y algunos encuentros, se robó mas de la cuenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impunemente me cacheteo en mas de una ocasión. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fue un año difícil... Irrespetuosamente jodido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero hay revancha siempre la hay, en todo lo hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El desquite lo trae el año que ya esta llegando a la estación de tren, que viene en busca de un alojamiento espacioso. Si cumple con lo prometido, en su equipaje traerá menos dudas y más certezas, más acercamientos que promesas, muchisimo más bienestar que miseria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traerá la bendición de sentirme libre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traerá abrazos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La emoción anudada en el estomago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los momentos que rogaré que se conviertan en eternos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las caras de siempre, las nuevas y el recuerdo de las que ya no están.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los silencios que acrediten las verdades que me calle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las amigas. Los amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La familia. Los amigos y amigas que son familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La esencia. La decencia. Las presencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los amores creciendo de a poco pero no de a ratos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los espacios para mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El llanto para el final de las películas que cuenten algo sobre la vida, pero no el llanto para mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La memoria y el recuerdo como la mas noble manera de revivir a los que se fueron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cuerpo sin nuevas cicatrices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mente con ganas de inventar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La pasión comiendo de mi mano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y un avioncito de papel que me lleve de paseo por el calendario sin miedo a caer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un año sin miedo. Eso quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En horas estaremos diciéndole chau, de pie frente a un nuevo almanaque, el que atacaremos con nuevos colores. Trazare los planes tentativos en color amarillo, los que no resisten modificaciones en azul, los que resumen toda mi esperanza en verde,y seguiré.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El color rojo para los amores que me prestarán los diez dedos para acariciar una promesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El violeta para los amigos y el café que arregla el mundo en una charla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El naranja para dibujar un sol que me recuerde la playa en el invierno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El negro para subrayar lo impostergable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El blanco para dejar espacio a la sorpresa y el asombro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pongamosle un toque de sabor a las horas que nos quedan del año viejo, y tratemos de prolongarlo para el estreno del que esta viniendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que la consigna de cada uno de nosotros sea disfrutar, vivir a pleno e ir en busca de todo aquello que el tiempo transformará en grandes recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brindemos por lo inmejorable, que esta ahí nomás de derribarnos la puerta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz 20111!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5138203928152787643?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5138203928152787643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5138203928152787643' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5138203928152787643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5138203928152787643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-2010.html' title='Bye bye 2010!!!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-D08r5MdZvA/TRkQTKFZtbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/thepRZhn7to/s72-c/chau2010%2Bch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2356732750394833371</id><published>2010-12-31T12:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:22:24.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Año!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zOL_1to-Fc/TRkVA9AWNoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GiuAg3XEnJw/s1600/felizano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 469px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zOL_1to-Fc/TRkVA9AWNoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GiuAg3XEnJw/s1600/felizano1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deseo que las pequeñas y hasta las grandes peleas que tengas sean selladas con un abrazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que de las contrariedades que sufres puedas aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tus amaneceres sean tibios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sepamos dar gracias a la vida por el techo que nos cobija.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ames lo que haces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hayan reencuentros deseados (y que duren más de una hora).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que le des protagonismo a tu niño interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que cuando todo se vuelva difícil nosotros crezcamos, que tengamos una alta capacidad de lucha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo miradas cómplices, guiños, caricias. Les deseo abrazos, besos,ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sepas mirar además de ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que podamos adentrarnos en una mirada y descubrir el alma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos descubran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos bajen la luna. Y el sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hagamos nuevos amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mantengamos los que tenemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que siempre haya una mano siempre que la necesitemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sepas dar... y recibir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos espere un abrazo cuando "huimos hacia adelante".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que miremos dentro de nosotros y que amemos nuestra verdad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sepamos volar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que las decisiones que tomemos nos hagan más felices a la larga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo ojos de niño que sepan mirar con asombro, con ganas... con curiosidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo que la tolerancia siga siendo una constante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo pasión en la mirada. Pasión en la vida. Pasión siempre porque es la forma de vivir más intensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo descubrimientos, esperanza, paciencia, ilusiones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo que hagan el amor escribiendo, mirando, viviendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sepan escuchar, que sepan hacerse entender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que las sombras queden lejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo el placer de enamorarse de los atardeceres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo que sepan ver lo que es prioritario y lo que se puede posponer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo que los pequeños momentos (esos que hacen posible la felicidad) no los pasen inadvertidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les deseo lo mejor... de corazón!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2356732750394833371?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2356732750394833371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2356732750394833371' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2356732750394833371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2356732750394833371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-ano.html' title='Feliz Año!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zOL_1to-Fc/TRkVA9AWNoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GiuAg3XEnJw/s72-c/felizano1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-582887355299049545</id><published>2010-12-29T23:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:44:40.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ubergizmo.com/photos/2010/1/garmin-nuvi-1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ubergizmo.com/photos/2010/1/garmin-nuvi-1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siga todo derecho y en la rotonda, la primera a la izquierda... será tan fácil encontrar el amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si llevo el GPS puedo tener la certeza de que por fin no me perderé más?, o que voy a enamorarme locamente de alguien que valga la pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con los avances científicos, dirían los racionalistas que todo es posible y que todo es predecible, observan las estrellas para crear compatibilidades de signos, te hacen un test a ver si realmente estas enamorado o no, crean reglas y leyes de la atracción cuando no existe algo mas relativo, mas impredecible y sorprendente que el amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es la belleza de un sentimiento puro, que yace en nosotros pero bastante raras veces sale a la superficie porque no tiene la oportunidad de verterse e inundar nuestras vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces... que voy a hacer con el GPS, si no existe el mapa del amor, el camino siempre esta en obra, se construyen obras nuevas, otras están a punto de ser demolidas, todo es un continuo proceso de transformación... De nada me sirve el GPS... pero por si las dudas igual lo llevo conmigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-582887355299049545?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/582887355299049545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=582887355299049545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/582887355299049545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/582887355299049545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/gps.html' title='GPS...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2179520751274404968</id><published>2010-12-14T21:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:01:23.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rincondepoemas.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/soledad02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rincondepoemas.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/soledad02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos tiempo, consumiedo tazas de café, charlando sobre nuestras vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo, bailando canciones inelocuentesque ni entendemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo, bebiendo copas de vino para embriagar la moral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo caminando por calles desconocidas de la mano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo besandonos en las esquinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al final del café, de la charla, de la canción, del baile, de la copa de vino, de la calle, del beso, nos espera un hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo, y adelantémonos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un cuarto de hotel podemos hacer todo eso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No perdamos el tiempo, soledad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2179520751274404968?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2179520751274404968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2179520751274404968' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2179520751274404968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2179520751274404968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/soledad.html' title='Soledad...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1421386964190900848</id><published>2010-12-06T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:51:00.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vanguardia.com.mx/XStatic/vanguardia/espanol/..%5Cimages%5Cfotos%5Ccarta_yoreportero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.vanguardia.com.mx/XStatic/vanguardia/espanol/..%5Cimages%5Cfotos%5Ccarta_yoreportero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iba a escribir algo buenisimo y me lo olvide... pero les juro que era buenisimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1421386964190900848?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1421386964190900848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1421386964190900848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1421386964190900848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1421386964190900848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/iba-escribir-algo-buenisimo-y-me-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5630179780292578199</id><published>2010-12-01T10:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:27:01.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mipensamientoextra.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/mirame.jpg?w=252&amp;amp;h=252"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://mipensamientoextra.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/mirame.jpg?w=252&amp;amp;h=252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces no hace falta palabras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No importan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una simple mirada, una mera presencia, y te sientes comprendido, abrazado y seguro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces solo estar es lo importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5630179780292578199?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5630179780292578199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5630179780292578199' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5630179780292578199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5630179780292578199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/palabras.html' title='Palabras..'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4633589805683892605</id><published>2010-11-28T15:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:47:09.629-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfOLkfN9vRQ/Sl5rcZ7XLxI/AAAAAAAAARk/5y1dSwKwQpI/s320/errar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfOLkfN9vRQ/Sl5rcZ7XLxI/AAAAAAAAARk/5y1dSwKwQpI/s320/errar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si viviera esta vida de nuevo, cometeria los mismos errores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero mas rápido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4633589805683892605?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4633589805683892605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4633589805683892605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4633589805683892605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4633589805683892605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-viviera-esta-vida-de-nuevo-cometeria.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfOLkfN9vRQ/Sl5rcZ7XLxI/AAAAAAAAARk/5y1dSwKwQpI/s72-c/errar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8936419546818536743</id><published>2010-11-24T20:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:35:25.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'>35...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9URtVi9Y7Q/SbTrjQWQEOI/AAAAAAAADQ4/OCXXR0dwB8Y/s400/cumpleanos2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9URtVi9Y7Q/SbTrjQWQEOI/AAAAAAAADQ4/OCXXR0dwB8Y/s400/cumpleanos2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me toca un cumple raro, los planes cambiaron a ultimo momento para bien... estoy feliz, comenzando una nueva etapa de mi vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afuera, es primavera, adentro, hay inviernos atorados en la puerta pidiendo a gritos salir y veranos que apenas me broncearon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo una lista eternamente provisoria de proyectos a cumplir... y otra, borroneada y tachada una y mil veces, de hombres a quienes amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardo una caja con cosas inútiles, pero de las cuales no me quiero desprender... en mi corazón tengo otra en la que almaceno nombres que me cuesta extirpar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la suela de mis zapatos alojo las postales de todos los lugares recorridos. A la espalda cargo la mochila del pasado del que fui artífice, mientras que en mi boca disuelvo los tragos amargos que me dejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llena de recuerdos en color sepia llegue hasta acá, a los 35 renglones de la pagina de mi vida y de la cual aún me falta tanto escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin festejo y sin torta, pero con un rico café con leche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con mucho para agradecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con demasiado para planear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8936419546818536743?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8936419546818536743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8936419546818536743' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8936419546818536743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8936419546818536743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/35.html' title='35...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9URtVi9Y7Q/SbTrjQWQEOI/AAAAAAAADQ4/OCXXR0dwB8Y/s72-c/cumpleanos2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2623567371662776325</id><published>2010-11-23T09:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:22:25.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A la vuelta de un año mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rKRtikF4Ag/TElZwPn32vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/di-efMbioBE/s400/abrasador_cumpleanos_velas__42_17182337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rKRtikF4Ag/TElZwPn32vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/di-efMbioBE/s400/abrasador_cumpleanos_velas__42_17182337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando era niña, un mes antes empezaba la cuenta regresiva hasta llegar al día de mi cumpleaños. Como los presos, tachaba los días, buscando sumar un año mas a mi joven edad, quería ser grande!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quería que el tiempo pasara rápido, que dejaran de tratarme como a una niña, quería poder tomar mis propias desiciones y hacerme cargo de la vida de adulto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora, en cambio, detesto cuando los teens me dicen señora, cuando abro el botiquín y ahí están las cremas anti-age que me han regalado y me niego a usar, cuando descubro que si me hago dos colitas lo único que logro es parecer la más ridícula versión, domestica claro esta, de Cris Morena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora reniego de tener que hacerme cargo de muchas cosas, de no poder zafar de obligaciones que en aquel momento no conocía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treinta y cinco... ahí están a la vuelta del almanaque, luciendo como un semáforo amarillo intermitente, que me indica que es hora... ¿de que?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De hacer un repaso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como la noche buena que antecede a la navidad, hoy es la víspera de mi entrada a una nueva edad, una nueva edad que para algunos (esta claro que para mi no) se acerca demasiado a lo que debería ser el climax de la vida adulta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde cuando mi cumpleaños dejo de ser un motivo pura y exclusivamente de festejo y se convirtió en un motivo de reflexion y planteos de vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde cuando?... Desde que deje de comprar la cantidad exacta de velitas y decidí poner una sola que resumiera la cantidad de años que cumplía, supongo yo... o estaré equivocada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no me importan los regalos, hace rato ya no hay globos en mis festejos, ya no me preocupa si fulana no puede venir, si total la conozco tanto que yo ya sabía que no iba a venir. No planifico grandes fiestas, ni empiezo un mes antes a hacer la lista de invitados y preparar el menú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora me importan otras cosas... ahora me importa estar mejor parada que el año anterior, que la nueva cifra no me encuentre confundida, distraída, equivocada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay cosas que aprendí y debería tatuarmelas en mi alma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí a no dar sin medida, sin saber quien es realmente el que recibe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que las interminables esperas, terminan desesperandome, y que finalmente, si algo llega, la mayoría de las veces es muy distinto a lo que imagine y termina desilucionandome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que los afectos verdaderos, los que me entienden con el corazón, los cuento con los dedos de una mano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que más de la mitad de la gente que creí que estaba ahí, desaparece por arte de magia cuando la necesito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que una pareja no es sinónimo de felicidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que el amor es la materia mas compleja, que requiere mucha dedicación y descubrí que por amor no se muere nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que nunca es tarde en la vida, pero el tiempo pasa muy rápido, así que de ahora en mas no debo tardar tanto en tomar desiciones, porque de pronto deje de tener 27 para tener 8 más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendí que la vida no es tan básica como me contaron cuando era niña... Nacer, crecer, reproducirse, y morir es para las plantas... yo pretendo mucho mas que eso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2623567371662776325?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2623567371662776325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2623567371662776325' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2623567371662776325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2623567371662776325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-vuelta-de-un-ano-mas.html' title='A la vuelta de un año mas...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rKRtikF4Ag/TElZwPn32vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/di-efMbioBE/s72-c/abrasador_cumpleanos_velas__42_17182337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3468203484014005037</id><published>2010-11-23T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:19:48.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/v/vi/via/viajespolares/upload/20060531022803-4-self-doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/v/vi/via/viajespolares/upload/20060531022803-4-self-doubt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama siempre me dijo que nunca, por ningun motivo hablase con extraños, y yo siempre le hice caso, es por eso es que nunca pude tener una charla conmigo misma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3468203484014005037?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3468203484014005037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3468203484014005037' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3468203484014005037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3468203484014005037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mama-siempre-me-dijo-que-nunca-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4198414089770006373</id><published>2010-11-20T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:55:58.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida es injusta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/18/5/50/bangtheflash/1271973044894_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/18/5/50/bangtheflash/1271973044894_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El poeta trabaja metiendo datos en un banco. Mientras tanto, el hombre del corazon de piedra escribe canciones de amor, y las vende a muy buen precio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La princesa sirena vive en un subsuelo en una oscura ciudad a mil km del mar. Mientras, un hombre de corazón seco y oscuro vive en una villa con playa privada. Nunca se baña ni toca la arena, y siempre lleva gafas de sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay dos piezas que encajan perfectamente, pero son de dos puzzles diferentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4198414089770006373?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4198414089770006373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4198414089770006373' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4198414089770006373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4198414089770006373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-vida-es-injusta.html' title='La vida es injusta...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4094230508514088569</id><published>2010-11-19T00:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:31:11.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/29/52265992_e389d6e37e_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/29/52265992_e389d6e37e_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No necesito mirar los mapas, porque;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque ya he encontrado mi camino.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o al menos eso creo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4094230508514088569?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4094230508514088569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4094230508514088569' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4094230508514088569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4094230508514088569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-necesito-mirar-los-mapas-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/29/52265992_e389d6e37e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-79489483401388836</id><published>2010-11-17T14:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:40:00.684-02:00</updated><title type='text'>life is simple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMydr0q_iO0/TKs2NuF1ZuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Isu47Nxa2lc/s1600/tumblr_l97mg6LTmg1qzqp61o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMydr0q_iO0/TKs2NuF1ZuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Isu47Nxa2lc/s1600/tumblr_l97mg6LTmg1qzqp61o1_400.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nacer, despertar, imaginar, sentir, escuchar, dibujar, conocer, ser, soñar, amar, odiar, desaparecer, besar, disfrutar, leer, existir, aprender, olvidar, viajar, gritar, correr, reir, llorar, enamorar, desilucionar, vivir, pensar, reir, crecer, etc, etc.... ¿morir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-79489483401388836?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/79489483401388836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=79489483401388836' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/79489483401388836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/79489483401388836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-simple.html' title='life is simple...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMydr0q_iO0/TKs2NuF1ZuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Isu47Nxa2lc/s72-c/tumblr_l97mg6LTmg1qzqp61o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1894538756577636753</id><published>2010-11-17T00:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:42:01.603-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercado libre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tampicocultural.com.mx/artman/uploads/8-corregidor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tampicocultural.com.mx/artman/uploads/8-corregidor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He encontrado en internet una tienda donde venden un liquid papper para borrar del corazón a los amores imposibles, a las personas increíbles y a los sueños inalcanzables...... y yo voy a tener que comprar, al menos, un par de cajas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1894538756577636753?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1894538756577636753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1894538756577636753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1894538756577636753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1894538756577636753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mercado-libre.html' title='Mercado libre...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-506994519117988053</id><published>2010-11-13T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:16:21.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A mis amigas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogseitb.com/clubdeamigos/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blogseitb.com/clubdeamigos/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicas, no busquen un principe azul... ese modelo ya esta agotado, las princesas de los cuentos los compraron todos. Dense la oportunidad de conocer un principe de cualquier color, amarillo, verde, negro, del que sea ya que la persona perfecta no existe. Aprendan a ver perfectas las imperfecciones de cada uno de sus principes... Además, asi dice el dicho: la perfeccion solo trae consigo el aburrimiento....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-506994519117988053?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/506994519117988053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=506994519117988053' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/506994519117988053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/506994519117988053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mis-amigas.html' title='A mis amigas....'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7687408096040069505</id><published>2010-11-12T22:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:20:06.161-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tarotalba.com/tarot_imagenes/tarot_volar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tarotalba.com/tarot_imagenes/tarot_volar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vuela tan alto como puedas.&lt;br /&gt;Vuela, sube tan alto como te permitan tus alas.&lt;br /&gt;No reserves fuerzas para el camino de vuelta...&lt;br /&gt;Caer siempre es facil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7687408096040069505?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7687408096040069505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7687408096040069505' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7687408096040069505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7687408096040069505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/06/vuela-tan-alto-como-puedas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1083966174828595040</id><published>2010-11-09T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:32:00.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/k/ka/kat/katheryne/upload/20081203203225-margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/k/ka/kat/katheryne/upload/20081203203225-margarita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La vida no es mas que una colección de momento especiales, una noche estrellada, un día lluvioso, el cálido abrazo de quien te ama, las sonrisas, las sorpresas, las caricias, las miradas, una taza de café, un beso apasionado, llorar porque te han roto el corazón, el eco de las palabras que otros pronunciaron , un reconocimiento laboral, la fragilidad de ser humano y equivocarse, manejar en la ruta cantando a todo pulmón, el latido del corazón cuando esta flechado, despertar una mañana y ver a tu lado a quien te quita el sueño, sentirte dueño del mundo por un instante, un sueño, comer lo que mas te gusta, caminar descalzo, respirar profundo, sentir el ruido del mar, cerrar los ojos y sentirte mas vivo que nunca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1083966174828595040?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1083966174828595040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1083966174828595040' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1083966174828595040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1083966174828595040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-vida-no-es-mas-que-una-coleccion-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3243025285081443435</id><published>2010-11-08T22:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:09:52.490-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kathybel.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/nina-som.jpg?w=357&amp;amp;h=500"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 357px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://kathybel.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/nina-som.jpg?w=357&amp;amp;h=500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era solo una niña con sueños de amor eterno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3243025285081443435?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3243025285081443435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3243025285081443435' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3243025285081443435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3243025285081443435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/ella.html' title='Ella...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8950077486808394577</id><published>2010-11-05T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:53:06.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://trestizas.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/20070920172146-velero-sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://trestizas.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/20070920172146-velero-sunset1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para el velero que no sabe donde va,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ningun viento es favorable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8950077486808394577?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8950077486808394577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8950077486808394577' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8950077486808394577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8950077486808394577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-el-velero-que-no-sabe-donde-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6832386670347439916</id><published>2010-11-04T00:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:03:55.047-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.willy.es/gestor/ficheros/imagenproducto6610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.willy.es/gestor/ficheros/imagenproducto6610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, me falta algun caramelo del tarro... los acidos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6832386670347439916?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6832386670347439916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6832386670347439916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6832386670347439916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6832386670347439916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-me-falta-algun-caramelo-del-tarro.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2651263686869371551</id><published>2010-10-31T22:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:37:57.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjRrwhvXaCE/TJrdvZ7ywLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vVbrCIv6QxM/s1600/Mujer+Mochilera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjRrwhvXaCE/TJrdvZ7ywLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vVbrCIv6QxM/s1600/Mujer+Mochilera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El camino de la vida esta lleno de bifurcaciones que no son mas que puentes hacia otro lugar. Sin duda, el miedo a lo desconocido viaja siempre en nuestra mochila, pero basta con mantener la vista fija en el horizonte para mantener el equilibrio y orientar los pasos hacia nuestro destino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo ya lustre mis zapatos y llene de agua mi cantimplora, dispuesta a seguir recorriendo el camino que me espera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2651263686869371551?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2651263686869371551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2651263686869371551' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2651263686869371551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2651263686869371551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-camino-de-la-vida-esta-lleno-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjRrwhvXaCE/TJrdvZ7ywLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vVbrCIv6QxM/s72-c/Mujer+Mochilera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-1284607702846862834</id><published>2010-10-29T10:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:31:12.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMq-ff9ud1I/AAAAAAAAMmw/QpG_dNvrCgQ/s1600/mypictr_200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533444540543694674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMq-ff9ud1I/AAAAAAAAMmw/QpG_dNvrCgQ/s320/mypictr_200x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque son muchos los que han partido en accidentes de tránsito, y muchas lágrimas derramadas... El próximo 21 de noviembre se realizará una marcha en la Rambla de Pocitos, esq. Bvar. Artigas...hora 14:00 Te pido nos acompañes y te pongas una remera blanca por los ángeles en el cielo... Transformemos cada lágrima en presencia... SEGURO QUE ELLOS ESTARÁN CON NOSOTROS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te quiero amiga.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-1284607702846862834?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1284607702846862834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=1284607702846862834' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1284607702846862834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/1284607702846862834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/marcha.html' title='Marcha...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMq-ff9ud1I/AAAAAAAAMmw/QpG_dNvrCgQ/s72-c/mypictr_200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8800799175905151381</id><published>2010-10-25T00:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:17:00.465-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumple Mami!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMTc9bAgTGI/AAAAAAAAMmo/EUHpVOsbP24/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531789190097816674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMTc9bAgTGI/AAAAAAAAMmo/EUHpVOsbP24/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre estas ahí cuando necesito ayuda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre llegas a mi lado cuando me encuentro sola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre me das aliento cuando estoy agotada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre me das afecto cuando lo necesito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre das todo por mí sin pedir nada a cambio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre me cuidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre das los mejores consejos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre me enseñas lo que no se… una y otra vez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre tienes fuerzas y nunca te cansas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre te interesas y compartes mis gustos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú siempre das las mejores lecciones, que día a día me crean las mejores alas para volar…&lt;br /&gt;¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS MAMÁ Y GRACIAS POR TODO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TE QUIERO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8800799175905151381?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8800799175905151381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8800799175905151381' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8800799175905151381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8800799175905151381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/feliz-cumple-mami.html' title='Feliz Cumple Mami!!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TMTc9bAgTGI/AAAAAAAAMmo/EUHpVOsbP24/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2193166608247084819</id><published>2010-10-23T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:19:56.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De mientras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://illyakin.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/calles-solitarias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://illyakin.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/calles-solitarias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esas son las calles por las que ando. Calles de paisajes inciertos pero muy coloridos. Calles en las que cualquier esquina puede regalarme un pasaporte a una emoción nueva que le cambie el nombre a mi rutina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este de mientras es la escalera desde el sótano a la terraza. El intervalo en medio de la función. Un impás, un stand by. Una tregua entre la incertidumbre y la convicción. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De mientras me acostumbro a no saber que pasará mañana, ni en media hora. Disfruto de la espera de un amor, sin desesperar y pongo mi corazón en conserva para ser consumido en una romántica cena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y me alegro de solo pensar que el de mientras es un tiempo de preparación para recibir lo mejor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es solo eso un : de mientras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2193166608247084819?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2193166608247084819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2193166608247084819' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2193166608247084819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2193166608247084819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-mientras.html' title='De mientras...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7908674703240713089</id><published>2010-10-15T00:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:56:06.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Partes del juego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzxi0Y2oYgA/SYJBRB0t_hI/AAAAAAAAKlE/r9-or3Unlk8/s400/DOMINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzxi0Y2oYgA/SYJBRB0t_hI/AAAAAAAAKlE/r9-or3Unlk8/s400/DOMINO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos somos fichas, algunos con muchos puntos, otras con pocos y otras con ninguno, pero todos, aunque somos lo mismo, fichas al fin, somos absolutamente únicos y diferentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin embargo, no por esto tenemos el derecho de excluir algunas fichas del juego, o no por esto debemos aislarnos y dejar de jugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos formamos parte del mismo juego, y nos necesitamos los unos a los otros, de una u otra forma para llegar a la meta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7908674703240713089?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7908674703240713089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7908674703240713089' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7908674703240713089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7908674703240713089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/partes-del-juego.html' title='Partes del juego...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzxi0Y2oYgA/SYJBRB0t_hI/AAAAAAAAKlE/r9-or3Unlk8/s72-c/DOMINO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4329693949890420884</id><published>2010-10-09T19:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:32:16.075-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WnwZLARoiA/SIjMi6snsVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7Hpf04Hi0lY/s400/cambios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WnwZLARoiA/SIjMi6snsVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7Hpf04Hi0lY/s400/cambios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cambio habia golepado mi puerta y ya no me quedaba otra alternativa que abrirle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero soy una convencida de que los cambios nunca vienen solos, que se desplazan en manadas al igual que los animales de la selva... Inconsciente o conscientemente, me preparo para recibir una nueva sorpresa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mi vida esta cambiando... y esto me hace mas que feliz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4329693949890420884?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4329693949890420884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4329693949890420884' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4329693949890420884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4329693949890420884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-cambio-habia-golepado-mi-puerta-y-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WnwZLARoiA/SIjMi6snsVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7Hpf04Hi0lY/s72-c/cambios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7229966544451187392</id><published>2010-09-26T01:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:43:07.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-r3uOOnizw/SCtBzd0cPiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mS9wCvNPys4/s320/saltar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-r3uOOnizw/SCtBzd0cPiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mS9wCvNPys4/s320/saltar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando avances en la vida verás un gran abismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No es tan ancho como crees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7229966544451187392?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7229966544451187392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7229966544451187392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7229966544451187392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7229966544451187392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuando-avances-en-la-vida-veras-un-gran.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-r3uOOnizw/SCtBzd0cPiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mS9wCvNPys4/s72-c/saltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7891012972831153831</id><published>2010-08-30T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:40:24.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sola...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTRqKGC06Tc/SbqGS3tx2II/AAAAAAAABaQ/8UGsM66W_qk/s400/sola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTRqKGC06Tc/SbqGS3tx2II/AAAAAAAABaQ/8UGsM66W_qk/s400/sola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sola, me adueño de mis horas y las reparto entre las cosas que me hacen feliz sin rendir cuentas a nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sola, voy y vengo sin llevar activo un GPS paraque puedan localizarme y reclamarme que regrese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sola, atiendo el telefono cuando quiero. Me visto como quiero, como si tengo hambre, duermo si tengo sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro está... tampoco me engaño... De vez en cuando me gustaría estar con él. Que el se recostara sobre mi a mirar television, que me regalara palabras lindas o un paseo por la calle juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por suerte esos "de vez en cuando" son pocos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7891012972831153831?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7891012972831153831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7891012972831153831' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7891012972831153831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7891012972831153831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/sola.html' title='Sola...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTRqKGC06Tc/SbqGS3tx2II/AAAAAAAABaQ/8UGsM66W_qk/s72-c/sola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3800588755049229318</id><published>2010-08-27T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:30:52.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/THhKCeZ8v3I/AAAAAAAAMgo/VAanDaMY9yQ/s1600/05-10-07_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510235550469898098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/THhKCeZ8v3I/AAAAAAAAMgo/VAanDaMY9yQ/s320/05-10-07_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten siempre presente:&lt;br /&gt;La piel se arruga, el pelo se vuelve blanco, los días se convierten en años pero lo importante no cambia, tu fuerza y tu convicción no tiene edad.&lt;br /&gt;Tu espíritu es el plumero de cualquier tela de araña.&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de cada línea de llegada, hay una de partida.&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de cada logro hay otro desafío.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras estes vivo siéntete vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Si extrañas lo que hacías vuelve a hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;No vivas de fotos amarillas.&lt;br /&gt;Sigue aunque todos esperen que abandones.&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que se oxide el hierro que hay en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Haz que en vez de lástima te tengan respeto.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando por los años no puedas correr, trota, cuando no puedas trotar, camina, cuando no puedas caminar, usa el bastón...&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca te detengas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3800588755049229318?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3800588755049229318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3800588755049229318' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3800588755049229318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3800588755049229318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ten-siempre-presente-la-piel-se-arruga.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/THhKCeZ8v3I/AAAAAAAAMgo/VAanDaMY9yQ/s72-c/05-10-07_2218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7848223506504596376</id><published>2010-08-24T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:35:46.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis objetivos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.madrimasd.org/blogs/salud_publica/wp-content/blogs.dir/97/files/770/o_objetivos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.madrimasd.org/blogs/salud_publica/wp-content/blogs.dir/97/files/770/o_objetivos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejar nunca de soñar (aunque a veces duela... y mucho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oir el mar siempre que pueda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caer en todas las trampas (haciendome la que no las he visto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elegir siempre el camino dificil (es mas divertido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser inconformista (más, siempre quiero más)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar siempre todo lo que tengo (sin ahorrar sentimientos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estar siempre dispuesta y alerta ( nunca se sabe cuando será el dia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonreir (es lo que mejor me sale)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lograr el equilibrio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7848223506504596376?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7848223506504596376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7848223506504596376' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7848223506504596376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7848223506504596376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mis-objetivos.html' title='Mis objetivos...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3836757387715384852</id><published>2010-08-20T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:59:24.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://recetasdelaoma.com.ar/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/corazom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://recetasdelaoma.com.ar/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/corazom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenia hambre de amor de verdad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despues de recorrer todos los restaurantes que había, tuvo que conformarse con una ensalada de excusas, aderezada con un par de lágrimas y una pizca de dolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tampoco pediría postre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El que más le gustaba ya lo había pedido alguien más...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3836757387715384852?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3836757387715384852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3836757387715384852' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3836757387715384852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3836757387715384852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/apetito.html' title='Apetito...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-7985542873379269653</id><published>2010-08-19T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:39:54.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TG1sJrS2EBI/AAAAAAAAMgY/z0hqvMSXVp0/s1600/Heart-headphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507176832840372242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TG1sJrS2EBI/AAAAAAAAMgY/z0hqvMSXVp0/s320/Heart-headphones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sería mas fácil tener un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphod&lt;/span&gt; en vez de corazón?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; poder llevar todos tus recuerdos contigo, y conectarlos cuando quisiera, y apagarlos cuando te hiciesen sufrir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-7985542873379269653?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7985542873379269653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=7985542873379269653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7985542873379269653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/7985542873379269653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-seria-mas-facil-tener-un-iphod-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TG1sJrS2EBI/AAAAAAAAMgY/z0hqvMSXVp0/s72-c/Heart-headphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8880006809879451714</id><published>2010-08-16T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:38:24.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hay amores que si fueran posibles, perderían su magia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8880006809879451714?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8880006809879451714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8880006809879451714' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8880006809879451714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8880006809879451714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hay-amores-que-si-fueran-posibles.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3369794324347331565</id><published>2010-08-12T17:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:32:56.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TGRZgz3ds6I/AAAAAAAAMgQ/h9Z83RYX3NI/s1600/y1puBaddQU8BXjRO42Icf0KL_mnD_vjTcf6Vj4Uv6qXthna8x2uh3ETMkqlEuthPF-2_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504623064767116194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TGRZgz3ds6I/AAAAAAAAMgQ/h9Z83RYX3NI/s320/y1puBaddQU8BXjRO42Icf0KL_mnD_vjTcf6Vj4Uv6qXthna8x2uh3ETMkqlEuthPF-2_phixr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No hacen falta palabras escritas, siempre supiste todo lo que te quise, te quiero y te querre...&lt;br /&gt;Hermana el alma te llevo en mi corazón... y se que siempre estarás conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3369794324347331565?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3369794324347331565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3369794324347331565' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3369794324347331565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3369794324347331565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/amiga.html' title='Amiga....'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TGRZgz3ds6I/AAAAAAAAMgQ/h9Z83RYX3NI/s72-c/y1puBaddQU8BXjRO42Icf0KL_mnD_vjTcf6Vj4Uv6qXthna8x2uh3ETMkqlEuthPF-2_phixr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-2806488249395665985</id><published>2010-08-10T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:11:55.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://trepanada.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/marte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1024px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 768px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://trepanada.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/marte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La felicidad es universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos tenemos derecho a sentirla por lo menos una vez en la vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se necesita dinero para ser feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se necesita belleza para ser feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una pareja no nos proporciona la felicidad completa, asi que no busquemos felicidad en las relaciones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El sentimiento mas envidiado por los que no la poseen... esto es la felicidad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No nos neguemos a la posibilidad de ser feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-2806488249395665985?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2806488249395665985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=2806488249395665985' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2806488249395665985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/2806488249395665985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser Feliz!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8335251900027581657</id><published>2010-08-06T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:46:00.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.irenegoikolea.org/upload/mentira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 692px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 461px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.irenegoikolea.org/upload/mentira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La verdad no necesita testigos... en cambio la mentira esta llena de complices..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8335251900027581657?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8335251900027581657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8335251900027581657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8335251900027581657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8335251900027581657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-verdad-no-necesita-testigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-597381403289687904</id><published>2010-08-04T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:36:45.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u-Fh-AK3oA/SyFI_Bj96fI/AAAAAAAABV0/pSuve2Bfd90/s320/Corazon+derretido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u-Fh-AK3oA/SyFI_Bj96fI/AAAAAAAABV0/pSuve2Bfd90/s320/Corazon+derretido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acaso crees que puedes derretir algun corazón con una sola palabra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-597381403289687904?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/597381403289687904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=597381403289687904' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/597381403289687904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/597381403289687904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/acaso-crees-que-puedes-derretir-algun.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2u-Fh-AK3oA/SyFI_Bj96fI/AAAAAAAABV0/pSuve2Bfd90/s72-c/Corazon+derretido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5501042603577281639</id><published>2010-08-04T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:39:03.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumple Lau!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/48hdwOAHD_U/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/48hdwOAHD_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/48hdwOAHD_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feliz cumple!! Espero que tengas un dia maravilloso... en este ultimo tiempo fuiste muy importante para mi, gracias por estar siempre, te quiero!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5501042603577281639?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5501042603577281639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5501042603577281639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5501042603577281639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5501042603577281639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/feliz-cumple-lau_04.html' title='Feliz Cumple Lau!!!!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3167455425280096277</id><published>2010-08-04T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:22:19.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrés Calamaro "Media Veronica" made in Argentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DbrVCbpdY_0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbrVCbpdY_0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbrVCbpdY_0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracias Nacho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3167455425280096277?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3167455425280096277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3167455425280096277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3167455425280096277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3167455425280096277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/andres-calamaro-media-veronica-made-in.html' title='Andrés Calamaro &quot;Media Veronica&quot; 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Cada oportunidad es nueva, única, genera expectativas, quizas algunos miedos o dudas y aprovechar cada una de ellas es un desafío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4699120481023116595?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4699120481023116595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4699120481023116595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4699120481023116595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4699120481023116595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-vida-siempre-da-oportunidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MUwJk14VO0/SFHTOwaA3hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qjp2JTqDj7E/s72-c/panadero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-3019225801494125168</id><published>2010-08-01T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:31:11.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFTqKn5tUSI/AAAAAAAAMa0/vhhnzUqrVr0/s1600/mypictr_160x220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500278513156837666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFTqKn5tUSI/AAAAAAAAMa0/vhhnzUqrVr0/s320/mypictr_160x220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentir que el sol quema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oler jazmines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasar el tiempo con la familia y los amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reirme hastaque me duela la panza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soñar con los ojos abiertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar formas en las nubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leer libros viejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacarte fotos para cuando no estes conmigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darte la mano sin querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tirarme al agua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poder llamarte si me desvelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me llames si te desvelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorprenderte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me cuentes un cuento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daikiri de frutilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escuchar musica y tararear hasta enmudecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar en vos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salir y volver cuando salga el sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver la luna y las estrellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un abrazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un beso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un final feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y quiero cosas que no escribi, porque no se puede ahcer una lista infinita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-3019225801494125168?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3019225801494125168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=3019225801494125168' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3019225801494125168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/3019225801494125168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero.html' title='Quiero...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFTqKn5tUSI/AAAAAAAAMa0/vhhnzUqrVr0/s72-c/mypictr_160x220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-5892561838747340588</id><published>2010-07-29T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:31:32.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFHI6NJpBFI/AAAAAAAAMas/cJKYlLqmcJU/s1600/silencio2mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499397522284151890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFHI6NJpBFI/AAAAAAAAMas/cJKYlLqmcJU/s320/silencio2mj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pido un minuto de silencio - dijo ella- para decir adiós definitivamente, al último pedazo de respeto que sentía por él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-5892561838747340588?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5892561838747340588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=5892561838747340588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5892561838747340588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/5892561838747340588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/pido-un-minuto-de-silencio-dijo-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5e5-ZguSNE/TFHI6NJpBFI/AAAAAAAAMas/cJKYlLqmcJU/s72-c/silencio2mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6370791929259276958</id><published>2010-07-26T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:51:09.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2-sEoIJG84/SaK_3sSAs3I/AAAAAAAAACo/DYuZwEvCaVI/s400/Cualquier_tiempo_pasado_fue_mejor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2-sEoIJG84/SaK_3sSAs3I/AAAAAAAAACo/DYuZwEvCaVI/s400/Cualquier_tiempo_pasado_fue_mejor.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay un punto en tu vida en el que te das cuenta quien importa, quien nunca importo, quien ya no importa mas y quien siempre importara. De modo que no te preocupes por la gente de tu pasado, hay una razón por la que no estaran en tu futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6370791929259276958?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6370791929259276958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6370791929259276958' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6370791929259276958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6370791929259276958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/hay-un-punto-en-tu-vida-en-el-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2-sEoIJG84/SaK_3sSAs3I/AAAAAAAAACo/DYuZwEvCaVI/s72-c/Cualquier_tiempo_pasado_fue_mejor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-8505027891327937742</id><published>2010-07-23T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:54:00.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.andaluciaimagen.com/Naranjas-verdes--103151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.andaluciaimagen.com/Naranjas-verdes--103151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La mayor parte de sus vidas, las naranjas son verdes... les cuesta madurar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-8505027891327937742?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8505027891327937742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=8505027891327937742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8505027891327937742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/8505027891327937742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-mayor-parte-de-sus-vidas-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-6344674239959417119</id><published>2010-07-21T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:14:12.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradicción...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ziGx0rrolU/STTAQlN-oxI/AAAAAAAAABw/KnS4CSD2l3w/s400/contradiccion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ziGx0rrolU/STTAQlN-oxI/AAAAAAAAABw/KnS4CSD2l3w/s400/contradiccion1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La contradicción en mi cabeza hoy, es:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;querer que pase el tiempo y querer que se detenga, todo al mismo tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-6344674239959417119?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6344674239959417119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=6344674239959417119' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6344674239959417119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/6344674239959417119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/contradiccion.html' title='Contradicción...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ziGx0rrolU/STTAQlN-oxI/AAAAAAAAABw/KnS4CSD2l3w/s72-c/contradiccion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-686180858260232017</id><published>2010-07-20T10:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:44:59.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia del amigo</title><content type='html'>Otro dia del amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Y un repaso inevitable por esos seres increibles que fui levantando en el camino y que acomodé en un espacio de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos, mas transitorios que otros.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos estacionales, con quien nos toco compartir alguna cucheta o colchon en un dormitorio para dos, donde eramos ocho. Todos unidos por la satisfaccion de veranear.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que el verano unio para que una ola los deposite en el recuerdo y en viejas fotografias que se vuelven amarillas con el paso del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos, amigos de amigos, conocidos ante el flash de una camara que nos abraza mientras decimos "whisky" y aquienes volveremos a ver en el proximo brindis o cumple.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos de las redes sociales de la web, de quienes sabemos lo que cuentan, de quienes nos encariñamos por esa magia que encierra el don de la palabra.&lt;br /&gt;Los amigos de la facu, los del curso de ingles, los de piriapolis.&lt;br /&gt;Las del gim, que hasta hoy siguen durando...&lt;br /&gt;Los de la infancia... Llenos de alegria jugando al bolley y a la mancha en la calle.&lt;br /&gt;Y otros amigos, que llevan nombre con mayuscula.&lt;br /&gt;Esso que entienden que no queremos hablar o que no podemos reir. Que saben cuando preguntar, cuando aceptar y cuando estirar una mano para nuestro lado.&lt;br /&gt;Esos que perduran en el tiempo, mas alla de arrugas y maridos, mas alla del trabajo y las obligaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Amistades que combaten las miserias, que aumentan la alegria, que reparten emocion en el abrazo dado a tiempo y que confirman mi suerte por haberlos elegido.&lt;br /&gt;A ellos, a cada uno de esos hermanos que tuve la suerte de ganarme en el sorteo, mi sincero agradecimiento por años o semanas de amistad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-686180858260232017?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/686180858260232017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=686180858260232017' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/686180858260232017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/686180858260232017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dia-del-amigo.html' title='Dia del amigo'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593531018397262784.post-4627219637961134327</id><published>2010-07-18T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:47:51.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cotizalia.com/fotos/portada_cotizalia/200711275patitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 630px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.cotizalia.com/fotos/portada_cotizalia/200711275patitos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tengo los patitos en fila, no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los mios bailan candombe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7593531018397262784-4627219637961134327?l=nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4627219637961134327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7593531018397262784&amp;postID=4627219637961134327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4627219637961134327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7593531018397262784/posts/default/4627219637961134327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliaparedesruiz.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-tengo-los-patitos-en-fila-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15800709224674206925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqR4uNRxjJQ/TWOpG8qnutI/AAAAAAAAMqo/nLGO_c19rCc/s220/mypictr_300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
