tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897325562160707162011-07-07T18:27:33.239-07:00Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-15847688486971513802010-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:002010-01-13T09:46:51.090-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/S04GL0G1n2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/J5YVOInXCzc/s1600-h/050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/S04GL0G1n2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/J5YVOInXCzc/s400/050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426281401063677794" border="0" /></a><br />" Gildo Escajales, que con carpancho en la mano y las albarcas de altos tarugos, manchadas de boñiga, se ha entrado las escopleaduras correspondientes, las espigas de las cadenas, rompe el silencio y , sin despegar de los labios la colilla apagada hace rato, exclama por todo saludo:<br />- Recia es la madera, Sidro."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> José Calderón Escalada "El Duende de Campoo"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-1584768848697151380?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-52846977277800875832010-01-05T00:43:00.000-08:002010-01-05T00:46:22.618-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/S0L74Dm6OnI/AAAAAAAAADI/fRghC4UQcbc/s1600-h/052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/S0L74Dm6OnI/AAAAAAAAADI/fRghC4UQcbc/s400/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423173841767250546" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-5284697727780087583?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-2557479459872841342009-12-30T02:07:00.000-08:002009-12-30T02:09:22.496-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SzsmnTLBMAI/AAAAAAAAADA/KnPvQXpulZ4/s1600-h/B016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SzsmnTLBMAI/AAAAAAAAADA/KnPvQXpulZ4/s400/B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420969033073766402" border="0" /></a>"El deseo nos saca de nosotros mismos, nos desubica, nos dispara y proyecta, nos vuelve excesivos, hace que vivamos en la improvisación, el desorden y el capricho, máximas expresiones de la libertad llevada al paroxismo. El deseo reivindica la vida, el placer, la autorrealización, la libertad. "<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eduard Punset</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-255747945987284134?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-39499183019734070772009-12-21T00:25:00.000-08:002009-12-21T00:26:43.023-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Sy8xNC-9FQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UIo8iipAOOE/s1600-h/B017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Sy8xNC-9FQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UIo8iipAOOE/s400/B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417602976958977282" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-3949918301973407077?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-21132841363753491642009-12-10T22:32:00.001-08:002009-12-10T22:34:12.341-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SyHnqEBsuAI/AAAAAAAAACw/9zZ-hgpL2Kw/s1600-h/puerta+verde.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SyHnqEBsuAI/AAAAAAAAACw/9zZ-hgpL2Kw/s400/puerta+verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413862936897435650" border="0" /></a><br />Según el tarot si soñamos con una puerta cerrada que no se abre al llamar es que aún no ha llegado la solución definitiva. Bien.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-2113284136375349164?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-858056012410597252009-11-30T14:29:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:48:29.913-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SxRLt3KfvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/A6IUNFMzEuk/s1600/bocata.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SxRLt3KfvBI/AAAAAAAAACo/A6IUNFMzEuk/s400/bocata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410032303652977682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />El término cultura proviene del <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lat%C3%ADn" title="Latín">latín</a> <i>cultus</i> que a su vez deriva de la voz <i>colere</i> que significa cuidado del campo o del ganado.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">wikipedia</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-85805601241059725?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-49770106689206500882009-11-20T03:00:00.001-08:002009-11-20T03:09:46.936-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SwZ2_5Vu-iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lriI-_EelSU/s1600/03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SwZ2_5Vu-iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lriI-_EelSU/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406139242800675362" border="0" /></a><br />“La impresión que recibimos al acercarnos a una ballena dormida es, sobre todo, de inmensidad. Su presencia física es abrumadora, apabullante. A veces la oímos respirar e incluso llegamos a mojarnos con su chorro. En momentos como este, el ser humano percibe que se aproxima a una criatura que sobrepasa su comprensión, a una presencia misteriosa encarnada en un increíble cilindro negro.”<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> Jean-Yves Cousteau<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-4977010668920650088?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-29118542172497004112009-11-17T11:51:00.000-08:002009-11-17T11:54:27.735-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SwL_ZPAPKeI/AAAAAAAAACI/0m18iKO5LFg/s1600/pantano+azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SwL_ZPAPKeI/AAAAAAAAACI/0m18iKO5LFg/s400/pantano+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405163311787354594" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-2911854217249700411?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-77329371291046355582009-11-02T01:14:00.001-08:002009-11-02T01:15:21.426-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Su6jH2Z9OtI/AAAAAAAAACA/jSYN2yzUaII/s1600-h/tronco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Su6jH2Z9OtI/AAAAAAAAACA/jSYN2yzUaII/s400/tronco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399432358522600146" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-7732937129104635558?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-12931569293848697422009-10-28T10:04:00.001-07:002009-11-17T11:55:48.995-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Suh5xG-M2bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/R3vKrePDuNY/s1600-h/ombligo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/Suh5xG-M2bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/R3vKrePDuNY/s400/ombligo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397698037995592114" border="0" /></a><br />"También te he quitado de los ojos la niebla que los tapaba,<br />para que distingas bien lo mismo a un dios que a un hombre."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Homero</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-1293156929384869742?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-51771126331060100282009-10-25T16:51:00.000-07:002009-11-02T01:19:34.758-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuTk2h7V5UI/AAAAAAAAABo/PDMiHbXKZ5s/s1600-h/pern%C3%ADa+01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuTk2h7V5UI/AAAAAAAAABo/PDMiHbXKZ5s/s400/pern%C3%ADa+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396689878968034626" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-5177112633106010028?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-57972665413438995132009-10-23T00:54:00.000-07:002009-10-23T00:55:51.242-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuFhZZ5fTpI/AAAAAAAAABg/nGzmetniLVg/s1600-h/06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuFhZZ5fTpI/AAAAAAAAABg/nGzmetniLVg/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395700917643202194" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-5797266541343899513?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-87965161924433933902009-10-21T15:03:00.000-07:002009-11-20T03:10:28.519-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuTl-3zX9LI/AAAAAAAAABw/A7M4q1PBZKw/s1600-h/puerta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/SuTl-3zX9LI/AAAAAAAAABw/A7M4q1PBZKw/s400/puerta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396691121790776498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Poeta que me guías, mira si mi virtud es bastante fuerte antes de aventurarme en tan profundo pasaje." <span style="font-style: italic;">La Divina Comedia</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-8796516192443393390?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189732556216070716.post-92137173675709069732009-10-21T00:45:00.000-07:002009-10-21T00:55:44.938-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/St6-ep3G3wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y3U_6BQmctY/s1600-h/zeus+costipado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/St6-ep3G3wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y3U_6BQmctY/s400/zeus+costipado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394958837478776578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVynbI_jfTk/St68b-jLrlI/AAAAAAAAABI/P4YAk6WNh5o/s1600-h/zeus+costipado.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/189732556216070716-9213717367570906973?l=mirandoamialredeor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rubén García Colsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663490096031377296noreply@blogger.com0