<?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-15356162</id><updated>2012-01-22T18:26:34.597+01:00</updated><category term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><category term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><category term='Handcraft'/><category term='I ♥'/><category term='África'/><title type='text'>DejandoeLParaiso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6483625428149160566</id><published>2012-01-22T18:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:26:34.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>MABUDA African &amp; Fabrics: Un trocito de África en la red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-QQ2lCEeH0/TxxEdRR88DI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4isRQ7zz1y8/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-22+at+17.14.49.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-QQ2lCEeH0/TxxEdRR88DI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4isRQ7zz1y8/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-22+at+17.14.49.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.mabudafabrics.com/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA22h8LgGAg/TxxEN_kPu-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/FVWeuActe8g/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-22+at+17.15.01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA22h8LgGAg/TxxEN_kPu-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/FVWeuActe8g/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-22+at+17.15.01.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.mabudafabrics.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;La hermana de un amigo mío ha puesto en marcha una iniciativa personal que quizá a algunos de vosotros os interese, MABUNDA AFRICAN&amp;amp;FABRICS. A mí desde luego, me toca muy cerca por varias razones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1-. Porque da acceso a la adquisición de telas 100% africanas a muchas personas que por diversas razones no han visitado ni visitarán el continente africano (totalmente recomendable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2-. Porque el patchwork es una de mis asignaturas pendientes. Todavía sigo con el proyecto de aprender a coser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Resulta curioso ver en pantalla las telas que la gran mayoría de mujeres ghanesas suelen vestir por la calle, incluso en mi calle, en mi barrio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A continuación os dejo una muestra gráfica de las posibilidades que ofrece el sector textil africano, por si alguno se anima a profundizar en el tema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; 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font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe not that stupid like in this story but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Believe it or not...this is the transcript of an  actual radio conversation between a US naval ship and Canadian  authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October 1995.   The Radio  conversation was released by the Chief of Naval Operations on Oct. 10,  1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;US Ship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Please divert your course 0.5 degrees to the south to avoid a collision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CND reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Recommend you divert &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;US Ship: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; This is the Captain of a US Navy Ship. I say again, divert &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CND reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  No. I say again, you divert YOUR course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;US Ship: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS CORAL SEA*, WE ARE A LARGE WARSHIP OF THE US NAVY. DIVERT YOUR COURSE NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CND reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; This is a lighthouse. Your call.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcwbjORwXVc/TxSpozGGNKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i-fYrgD-ZmQ/s1600/DSC06250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcwbjORwXVc/TxSpozGGNKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i-fYrgD-ZmQ/s400/DSC06250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Embarcación americana en el puerto de Sekondi (Ghana). Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fuente: http://www.navy.mil/navydata/navy_legacy_hr.asp?id=174&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/15356162-2617152255836307204?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2617152255836307204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2617152255836307204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2617152255836307204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2617152255836307204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2012/01/americans-are-not-that-intelligent-as.html' title='Americans are not as intelligent as people think'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcwbjORwXVc/TxSpozGGNKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i-fYrgD-ZmQ/s72-c/DSC06250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-5241230345218851951</id><published>2012-01-10T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:34:39.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Back Again to this other beautiful country: GHANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMom4epuDc/TwyR2n-fjTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/btLEnGy-QvA/s1600/Africa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMom4epuDc/TwyR2n-fjTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/btLEnGy-QvA/s640/Africa.png" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Drawing from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ajy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="ajz" data-tooltip="Show details" id=":1ew" role="button" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" tabindex="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://accradotalttours.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://accradotalttours.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It feels like home now, even though my stay has got a deadline. Too much to do in only 6 months. I believe this image is the perfect representation of Africa. It took me almost two years to put face to this amazing continent.&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/15356162-5241230345218851951?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/5241230345218851951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=5241230345218851951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5241230345218851951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5241230345218851951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-again-to-this-other-beautiful.html' title='Back Again to this other beautiful country: GHANA'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMom4epuDc/TwyR2n-fjTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/btLEnGy-QvA/s72-c/Africa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-1216834744381849388</id><published>2011-12-14T21:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:35:32.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><title type='text'>Back to this beautiful country: SPAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyEIk2bV3aY/TukFWviSAgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2uiCziAtIVY/s1600/BOSQUE+DE+OMA+%2528VIZCAYA%2529+4800363A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyEIk2bV3aY/TukFWviSAgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2uiCziAtIVY/s640/BOSQUE+DE+OMA+%2528VIZCAYA%2529+4800363A.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N09FP8V1xY8/TukFnn0IwgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/j5cyBFBx70o/s1600/Bailaora+con+manto%25CC%2581n-2800206A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N09FP8V1xY8/TukFnn0IwgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/j5cyBFBx70o/s640/Bailaora+con+manto%25CC%2581n-2800206A.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AT THE AIRPORT, BY THE BOARDING GATE.... EXCITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Photos: rights by the Embassy of Spain in Ghana&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/15356162-1216834744381849388?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/1216834744381849388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=1216834744381849388' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1216834744381849388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1216834744381849388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-this-beatiful-country-spain.html' title='Back to this beautiful country: SPAIN'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyEIk2bV3aY/TukFWviSAgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2uiCziAtIVY/s72-c/BOSQUE+DE+OMA+%2528VIZCAYA%2529+4800363A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-3399962191208239416</id><published>2011-12-04T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:10:31.504+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>Adiós a Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="help_title"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLYO8oOf_Dw/Ttu16CXvX_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/BQbh9NoG56I/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-12-04+at+18.01.29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLYO8oOf_Dw/Ttu16CXvX_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/BQbh9NoG56I/s640/Screen+shot+2011-12-04+at+18.01.29.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capturación pantalla de ordenador&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disabled - Fake account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="breadcrumb" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="209456989093989"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?page=214512881928339&amp;amp;ref=bc"&gt;Trouble Using Facebook&lt;/a&gt; » Disabled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="mts mlm rfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=15356162&amp;amp;postID=3399962191208239416&amp;amp;from=pencil"&gt;Expand All&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/sharer/?s=34&amp;amp;p[]=209456989093989" rel="dialog"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pam uiBoxLightblue dashedborder" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One  of Facebook's main priorities is the comfort and safety of our members.  Your account has been disabled for violating Facebook’s Statement of  Rights and Responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList uiListBulleted"&gt;&lt;li class="uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="fcb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Profiles (timelines) must list your real first name and last name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="fcb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Impersonating anyone or anything is prohibited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="fcb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Profiles created to represent celebrities, pets, ideas, or inanimate objects are strictly prohibited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="fcb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Profiles created for the purpose of spamming or harassing others are strictly prohibited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For more information about our policies, please review the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/communitystandards/"&gt;Facebook Community Standards&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="fb-faq-228409123842014 UIFaq_Container clearfix fb-faq-228409123842014 UIFaq_Container clearfix" id="fb-faq-228409123842014-1203431327"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Arrow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIFaq_ClosedArrow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=228409123842014#What-if-I-didn%27t-receive-a-warning-before-becoming-disabled?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=228409123842014#What-if-I-didn%27t-receive-a-warning-before-becoming-disabled?"&gt;What if I didn't receive a warning before becoming disabled? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depending  on the severity of the violation, a warning might not have been issued  before disabling your account. Please note that we do not restore  account...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="fb-faq-212539718779507 UIFaq_Container clearfix fb-faq-212539718779507 UIFaq_Container clearfix" id="fb-faq-212539718779507-382342225"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Arrow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIFaq_ClosedArrow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=212539718779507#Do-Facebook-policies-apply-when-I-am-using-my-Facebook-account-to-access-apps-and-games?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=212539718779507#Do-Facebook-policies-apply-when-I-am-using-my-Facebook-account-to-access-apps-and-games?"&gt;Do Facebook policies apply when I am using my Facebook account to access apps and games? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes.  If you’re playing a game or using an app that you access using your  Facebook login, you still have to use your real name and identity.  Whenever you u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="fb-faq-224949890863916 UIFaq_Container clearfix fb-faq-224949890863916 UIFaq_Container clearfix" id="fb-faq-224949890863916-1391759478"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Arrow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIFaq_ClosedArrow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=224949890863916#I-want-my-information-removed-from-your-site-if-I-am-no-longer-allowed-to-access-my-profile-%28timeline%29."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/help/?faq=224949890863916#I-want-my-information-removed-from-your-site-if-I-am-no-longer-allowed-to-access-my-profile-%28timeline%29."&gt;I want my information removed from your site if I am no longer allowed to access my profile (timeline). &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When  a Facebook account is disabled, the profile (timeline) and all  information associated with it are immediately made inaccessible to  other Facebook use...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CONCLUSIÓN:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aunque no tenga sentido lo sucedido, resulta una liberación forzada. La única decisión que he de tomar es si regreso al sistema virtual privado que han creado o me mantengo al margen. La decisión ya la he tomado y mi respuesta es: FUCK THEIR PRIVATE SYSTEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós a Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIFaq_Snippet"&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/15356162-3399962191208239416?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/3399962191208239416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=3399962191208239416' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3399962191208239416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3399962191208239416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/12/adios-facebook.html' title='Adiós a Facebook'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLYO8oOf_Dw/Ttu16CXvX_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/BQbh9NoG56I/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-12-04+at+18.01.29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-775518676445048196</id><published>2011-12-01T00:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:26:03.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Cómo limpiar la plancha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendí un truco de una amiga mía costurera en Ghana, para limpiar la plancha eléctrica; y digo eléctrica porque aquí todavía se sigue utilizando la de carbón en muchos sitios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi madre siempre se quejaba de dejar manchas en la ropa e intentaba limpiarla con vinagre, o técnicas similares. Sin embargo, lo más efectivo es lo siguiente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coge la mitad de una pastilla de paracetamol y plánchalo. Para facilitar la tarea siempre puedes hacerlo migas y planchar las migas. Después plancha sobre un paño para eliminar cualquier resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;c'est fini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2WGYzqKdrk/Tta7Ve6WJxI/AAAAAAAAAsM/h3uJtHr6bB4/s1600/DSC01869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2WGYzqKdrk/Tta7Ve6WJxI/AAAAAAAAAsM/h3uJtHr6bB4/s640/DSC01869.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercado de Kumasi. Fotografía de Mago Zaki.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-775518676445048196?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/775518676445048196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=775518676445048196' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/775518676445048196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/775518676445048196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-limpiar-la-plancha.html' title='Cómo limpiar la plancha'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2WGYzqKdrk/Tta7Ve6WJxI/AAAAAAAAAsM/h3uJtHr6bB4/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-5109413883762903330</id><published>2011-11-29T08:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:56:28.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>I can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gQoQ24EKL0/TtSNUppUcVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oRjULCYlYko/s1600/vacas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gQoQ24EKL0/TtSNUppUcVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oRjULCYlYko/s640/vacas.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cuenta atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Una tendencia de los blogs que visito es realizar listas. Atraída por la moda de compartir algo personal con la burbuja virtual, a continuación os presento mi intento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Después de un año y medio viviendo en Ghana, que a pesar de ser África para principiantes, también sigue siendo un país tercemundista, en vías de desarrollo o progresando adecuadamente, finalmente dejo el país por unas vacaciones de tres semanas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sé que quizá esta recapitulación debería realizarse al dejar el país pero un año y medio en África consume mucha más energía de lo que uno podría imaginarse. Por tanto, la vuelta me ayudará a hacer mi lista de las cosas que echaré de menos de Ghana, cosas que tal vez ahora no aprecie o no sea consciente debido a mi abotargamiento físico y mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Cosas que no echaré de menos de Ghana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;1-. El no tener agua potable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;2-. La famosa ducha con cubo y cacito (eso de que cae agua de arriba es un sueño!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;3-. El calor pegajoso y la capa de sudor y polvo que se te crea en la piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;4-. Los mosquitos en sí (no ya que puedas contraer malaria sino el picor!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;5-. La gastronomía ghanesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Cosas que echo de menos de España:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;1-. Las aceras y poder caminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;2-. El café y poder desayunar fuera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;3-. La limpieza y el orden general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;4-. El transporte público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;5-. El brocoli, el té blanco, el chocolate puro amargo, el frío, familia, amigos.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-5109413883762903330?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/5109413883762903330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=5109413883762903330' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5109413883762903330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5109413883762903330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gQoQ24EKL0/TtSNUppUcVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oRjULCYlYko/s72-c/vacas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7566722938440461113</id><published>2011-11-20T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:40:51.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>How to Write about Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mi parecer, la ironía es un ejercicio que combina inteligencia y sentido del humor, aunque se estén abordando temas cruciales. La ironía demuestra que quien la practica está por encima no de todo pero sí de mucho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xU135APVCoU/Tsi81e0QMII/AAAAAAAAAr0/Bqe0lRXQR1A/s1600/DSC06248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xU135APVCoU/Tsi81e0QMII/AAAAAAAAAr0/Bqe0lRXQR1A/s640/DSC06248.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sekondi, Ghana. Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Write About Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lways use the word ‘Africa’ or  ‘Darkness’ or ‘Safari’ in your title. Subtitles may include the words  ‘Zanzibar’, ‘Masai’, ‘Zulu’, ‘Zambezi’, ‘Congo’, ‘Nile’, ‘Big’, ‘Sky’,  ‘Shadow’, ‘Drum’, ‘Sun’ or ‘Bygone’. Also useful are words such as  ‘Guerrillas’, ‘Timeless’, ‘Primordial’ and ‘Tribal’. Note that ‘People’  means Africans who are not black, while ‘The People’ means black  Africans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your  book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel Prize. An AK-47,  prominent ribs, naked breasts: use these. If you must include an  African, make sure you get one in Masai or Zulu or Dogon dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In your text, treat Africa as if it were one country. It is hot and  dusty with rolling grasslands and huge herds of animals and tall, thin  people who are starving. Or it is hot and steamy with very short people  who eat primates. Don’t get bogged down with precise descriptions.  Africa is big: fifty-four countries, 900 million people who are too busy  starving and dying and warring and emigrating to read your book. The  continent is full of deserts, jungles, highlands, savannahs and many  other things, but your reader doesn’t care about all that, so keep your  descriptions romantic and evocative and unparticular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make sure you show how Africans have music and rhythm deep in their  souls, and eat things no other humans eat. Do not mention rice and beef  and wheat; monkey-brain is an African's cuisine of choice, along with  goat, snake, worms and grubs and all manner of game meat. Make sure you  show that you are able to eat such food without flinching, and describe  how you learn to enjoy it—because you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taboo subjects: ordinary domestic scenes, love between Africans  (unless a death is involved), references to African writers or  intellectuals, mention of school-going children who are not suffering  from yaws or Ebola fever or female genital mutilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Throughout the book, adopt a &lt;em&gt;sotto&lt;/em&gt; voice, in conspiracy with the reader, and a sad &lt;em&gt;I-expected-so-much&lt;/em&gt;  tone. Establish early on that your liberalism is impeccable, and  mention near the beginning how much you love Africa, how you fell in  love with the place and can’t live without her. Africa is the only  continent you can love—take advantage of this. If you are a man, thrust  yourself into her warm virgin forests. If you are a woman, treat Africa  as a man who wears a bush jacket and disappears off into the sunset.  Africa is to be pitied, worshipped or dominated. Whichever angle you  take, be sure to leave the strong impression that without your  intervention and your important book, Africa is doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your African characters may include naked warriors, loyal servants,  diviners and seers, ancient wise men living in hermitic splendour. Or  corrupt politicians, inept polygamous travel-guides, and prostitutes you  have slept with. The Loyal Servant always behaves like a seven-year-old  and needs a firm hand; he is scared of snakes, good with children, and  always involving you in his complex domestic dramas. The Ancient Wise  Man always comes from a noble tribe (not the money-grubbing tribes like  the Gikuyu, the Igbo or the Shona). He has rheumy eyes and is close to  the Earth. The Modern African is a fat man who steals and works in the  visa office, refusing to give work permits to qualified Westerners who  really care about Africa. He is an enemy of development, always using  his government job to make it difficult for pragmatic and good-hearted  expats to set up NGOs or Legal Conservation Areas. Or he is an  Oxford-educated intellectual turned serial-killing politician in a  Savile Row suit. He is a cannibal who likes Cristal champagne, and his  mother is a rich witch-doctor who really runs the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Among your characters you must always include The Starving African,  who wanders the refugee camp nearly naked, and waits for the benevolence  of the West. Her children have flies on their eyelids and pot bellies,  and her breasts are flat and empty. She must look utterly helpless. She  can have no past, no history; such diversions ruin the dramatic moment.  Moans are good. She must never say anything about herself in the  dialogue except to speak of her (unspeakable) suffering. Also be sure to  include a warm and motherly woman who has a rolling laugh and who is  concerned for your well-being. Just call her Mama. Her children are all  delinquent. These characters should buzz around your main hero, making  him look good. Your hero can teach them, bathe them, feed them; he  carries lots of babies and has seen Death. Your hero is you (if  reportage), or a beautiful, tragic international celebrity/aristocrat  who now cares for animals (if fiction).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bad Western characters may include children of Tory cabinet  ministers, Afrikaners, employees of the World Bank. When talking about  exploitation by foreigners mention the Chinese and Indian traders. Blame  the West for Africa's situation. But do not be too specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Broad brushstrokes throughout are good. Avoid having the African  characters laugh, or struggle to educate their kids, or just make do in  mundane circumstances. Have them illuminate something about Europe or  America in Africa. African characters should be colourful, exotic,  larger than life—but empty inside, with no dialogue, no conflicts or  resolutions in their stories, no depth or quirks to confuse the cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Describe, in detail, naked breasts (young, old, conservative,  recently raped, big, small) or mutilated genitals, or enhanced genitals.  Or any kind of genitals. And dead bodies. Or, better, naked dead  bodies. And especially rotting naked dead bodies. Remember, any work you  submit in which people look filthy and miserable will be referred to as  the ‘real Africa’, and you want that on your dust jacket. Do not feel  queasy about this: you are trying to help them to get aid from the West.  The biggest taboo in writing about Africa is to describe or show dead  or suffering white people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Animals, on the other hand, must be treated as well rounded, complex  characters. They speak (or grunt while tossing their manes proudly) and  have names, ambitions and desires. They also have family values: &lt;em&gt;see how lions teach their children?&lt;/em&gt;  Elephants are caring, and are good feminists or dignified patriarchs.  So are gorillas. Never, ever say anything negative about an elephant or a  gorilla. Elephants may attack people’s property, destroy their crops,  and even kill them. Always take the side of the elephant. Big cats have  public-school accents. Hyenas are fair game and have vaguely Middle  Eastern accents. Any short Africans who live in the jungle or desert may  be portrayed with good humour (unless they are in conflict with an  elephant or chimpanzee or gorilla, in which case they are pure evil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After celebrity activists and aid workers, conservationists are  Africa’s most important people. Do not offend them. You need them to  invite you to their 30,000-acre game ranch or ‘conservation area’, and  this is the only way you will get to interview the celebrity activist.  Often a book cover with a heroic-looking conservationist on it works  magic for sales. Anybody white, tanned and wearing khaki who once had a  pet antelope or a farm is a conservationist, one who is preserving  Africa’s rich heritage. When interviewing him or her, do not ask how  much funding they have; do not ask how much money they make off their  game. Never ask how much they pay their employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Readers will be put off if you don’t mention the light in Africa. And  sunsets, the African sunset is a must. It is always big and red. There  is always a big sky. Wide empty spaces and game are critical—Africa is  the Land of Wide Empty Spaces. When writing about the plight of flora  and fauna, make sure you mention that Africa is overpopulated. When your  main character is in a desert or jungle living with indigenous peoples  (anybody short) it is okay to mention that Africa has been severely  depopulated by Aids and War (use caps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You’ll also need a nightclub called Tropicana, where mercenaries,  evil nouveau riche Africans and prostitutes and guerrillas and expats  hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always end your book with Nelson Mandela saying something about rainbows or renaissances. Because you care. ■&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Original link: http://www.granta.com/Magazine/92/How-to-Write-about-Africa/Page-1 &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/15356162-7566722938440461113?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7566722938440461113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7566722938440461113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7566722938440461113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7566722938440461113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-write-about-africa.html' title='How to Write about Africa'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xU135APVCoU/Tsi81e0QMII/AAAAAAAAAr0/Bqe0lRXQR1A/s72-c/DSC06248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8680746812056291804</id><published>2011-11-16T22:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:18:18.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Inversión en Arte No.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85Pl0MXNB0o/TsQle_IdP4I/AAAAAAAAAro/5yhZSK5FOeU/s1600/Art+Investment+No.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85Pl0MXNB0o/TsQle_IdP4I/AAAAAAAAAro/5yhZSK5FOeU/s640/Art+Investment+No.2.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Folusho Akomolede, Nigeria. Título: Elegancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los      inescrutables caminos del Señor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;55:&lt;/b&gt;6      ¡Busquen al Señor mientras se deja encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;llámenlo mientras está cerca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55:&lt;/b&gt;7 Que el malvado abandone su camino&lt;br /&gt;y el hombre perverso, sus pensamientos;&lt;br /&gt;que vuelva al Señor, y él le tendrá compasión,&lt;br /&gt;a nuestro Dios, que es generoso en perdonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55:&lt;/b&gt;8 Porque los pensamientos de ustedes      no son los míos,&lt;br /&gt;ni los caminos de ustedes son mis caminos&lt;br /&gt;—oráculo del Señor—.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55:&lt;/b&gt;9 Como el cielo se alza por encima      de la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;así sobrepasan mis caminos y mis pensamientos &lt;br /&gt;a los caminos y a los pensamientos de ustedes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Libro de Isaías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/15356162-8680746812056291804?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8680746812056291804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8680746812056291804' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8680746812056291804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8680746812056291804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/inversion-en-arte-no2.html' title='Inversión en Arte No.2'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85Pl0MXNB0o/TsQle_IdP4I/AAAAAAAAAro/5yhZSK5FOeU/s72-c/Art+Investment+No.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6358808719267759050</id><published>2011-11-14T09:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:35:24.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>I wish I could visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwKT8JlxZXI/TsDQ60JEG7I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi6u_zC1Rdk/s1600/Victoria_and_Albert-power_of_making_0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwKT8JlxZXI/TsDQ60JEG7I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi6u_zC1Rdk/s640/Victoria_and_Albert-power_of_making_0.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/power-of-making&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-6358808719267759050?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/6358808719267759050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=6358808719267759050' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6358808719267759050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6358808719267759050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-could-visit.html' title='I wish I could visit'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwKT8JlxZXI/TsDQ60JEG7I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi6u_zC1Rdk/s72-c/Victoria_and_Albert-power_of_making_0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-9034772986666544124</id><published>2011-11-13T15:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:22:25.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Especialidad Culinaria No1: Quiché vegetariana (receta masa quebrada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-zCvzqjDy8/Tr_R0LLdMUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eAUVsgn3wKE/s1600/Especialidad+Culinaria+No1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-zCvzqjDy8/Tr_R0LLdMUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eAUVsgn3wKE/s640/Especialidad+Culinaria+No1.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Añadir leyenda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;RECETA DE LA MASA QUEBRADA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;200 gr. de mantequilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20 gr. de azúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Una pizca de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 huevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;300 gr. de harina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se  mezcla primero la mantequilla y el azúcar hasta que la masa quede clara  y cremosa (Yo prefiero utilizar azúcar moreno porque es más saludable).  Añadir el huevo y luego la harina. Mezclar hasta lograr una masa  uniforme. Recomiendo hacerlo de forma tradicional, es decir, con tenedor  o bien el batidor metálico de huevos (en inglés se llama whisk pero en  castellano no tenemos nombre específico ¿no?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amasar y estirar en la tartaleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dejar en el frigorífico una hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hacerle varios agujeros con el tenedor para que respire y ponerlo en el horno unos 15 min para que se haga un poco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Hay  un truco muy interesante y es el de añadirle tequila o ginegra cuando  se hace la mezcla de la masa porque cuando está en el horno, el alcohol  se evapora y el efecto quebrado sale mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Cualquier mejora a la receta o consejo es bienvenido.&lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-9034772986666544124?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/9034772986666544124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=9034772986666544124' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/9034772986666544124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/9034772986666544124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/especialidad-culinaria-no1-quiche_13.html' title='Especialidad Culinaria No1: Quiché vegetariana (receta masa quebrada)'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-zCvzqjDy8/Tr_R0LLdMUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eAUVsgn3wKE/s72-c/Especialidad+Culinaria+No1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-130560520224339943</id><published>2011-11-13T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:12:14.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Parte 3: Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVpOpoowVKY/Tr_JEruSjVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/O_kmELPT5eY/s1600/DSC06473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVpOpoowVKY/Tr_JEruSjVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/O_kmELPT5eY/s640/DSC06473.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Gorro de lana simple by dejandoelparaiso&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jessica Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aunque en la fotografía es una chica quien lo lleva está hecho para hombre. De ahí que en la parte superior se muestre bastante amplio. No obstante, no estoy muy contenta con el resultado porque me faltaba lana como para hacer la disminuciones justo en el final y hacer el cierre circular. Me ví forzada a reducir casi desde que terminé el elástico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la foto no se aprecia pero la unión se muestra irregular debido a las reducciones sin orden que hice. Una lección aprendida para cuando teja gorros que no tengan ningun dibujo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Estoy interesada en tejer un gorro peruano con dos aguas (no las circulares) si alguien tiene un patrón sencillo y claro de entender, agradecería que me dejárais el link! Gracias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-130560520224339943?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/130560520224339943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=130560520224339943' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/130560520224339943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/130560520224339943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/11/parte-3-primer-patron-gorro-de-lana.html' title='Parte 3: Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVpOpoowVKY/Tr_JEruSjVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/O_kmELPT5eY/s72-c/DSC06473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8119256778319417159</id><published>2011-10-23T13:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:08:55.481+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Parte 2: Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXXw3WDqBQ/TqPyvtBpk7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WM5FwSWWwRs/s1600/DSC06476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXXw3WDqBQ/TqPyvtBpk7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WM5FwSWWwRs/s640/DSC06476.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Photo by Jessica Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hace un tiempo colgé un &lt;a href="http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/08/primer-patron-gorro-de-lana-para-hombre.html"&gt;patrón&lt;/a&gt; para tejer un gorro de lana para hombre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tardé muy poco en tejerlo pero siglos en tomar la fotografía y subirla al blog. Es un patrón relativamente sencillo aunque hay que tener cuidado con la disminución y la unión para que no sea obvia. Lo ideal es hacerla junto al borde de uno de los ochos para que sea relativamente invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Soy terrible en seguir patrones al pié de la letra y finalmente acabo improvisando. No obstante, creo que el resultado fue positivo y además no es sólo para hombre sino también para mujer. El dibujo le da bastante flexibilidad así que se adapta a la mayoría de las cabezas. La pena es que Ghana, sin embargo, no es el país adecuado para ponerse prendas de abrigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8119256778319417159?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8119256778319417159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8119256778319417159' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8119256778319417159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8119256778319417159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/10/parte-2-primer-patron-gorro-de-lana.html' title='Parte 2: Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXXw3WDqBQ/TqPyvtBpk7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/WM5FwSWWwRs/s72-c/DSC06476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7124303613566679666</id><published>2011-10-22T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:19:09.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Africalls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4LEbiUNDSo/TqLOK3iF1eI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rkaPPR06rVM/s1600/Africalls%253FGhana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4LEbiUNDSo/TqLOK3iF1eI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rkaPPR06rVM/s1600/Africalls%253FGhana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Exhibition Africalls? by Casa África in Ghana, Nubuke Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Querida Amiga, su carta refleja un estado de alta consternación pero creo que no tiene motivos para preocuparse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sabe que existe una crema hidratante que hará desaparecer esos bordillos y espinillas que tanto le incomodan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Sociedad Peligrosidad, Cucaracha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"El sol no calienta por igual en todas las cabezas&lt;br /&gt;si no que pregunten al que esta bajo nuestro pie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Víctima, Barricada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7124303613566679666?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7124303613566679666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7124303613566679666' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7124303613566679666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7124303613566679666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/10/africalls.html' title='Africalls?'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4LEbiUNDSo/TqLOK3iF1eI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rkaPPR06rVM/s72-c/Africalls%253FGhana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2126984044522225621</id><published>2011-10-09T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:50:46.594+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Revulsivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieEI8cGZzlc/TpGKPWKkMZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5v8vItZdW0s/s1600/DSC06249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieEI8cGZzlc/TpGKPWKkMZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5v8vItZdW0s/s640/DSC06249.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;br /&gt;Sekondi, Ghana.&lt;br /&gt;Planta Petrolífera.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto el mundo diplomático como el político es  un sistema cerrado que se retroalimenta. Con esto quiero decir, que es  vulgarmente la pescadilla que se muerde la cola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unos hacen por los otros y los otros hacen o dejan de hacer por los  anteriores. Todo lo que esté fuera de la cabeza y la cola sirve  simplemente para hacerlos a ellos y a su sistema mantenerse en el status  quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-2126984044522225621?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2126984044522225621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2126984044522225621' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2126984044522225621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2126984044522225621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/10/revulsivo.html' title='Revulsivo'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieEI8cGZzlc/TpGKPWKkMZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5v8vItZdW0s/s72-c/DSC06249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-3758869092326911481</id><published>2011-09-18T21:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:13:36.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Quizá porque la verdadera patria de un hombre es su niñez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Y no lo ovidaré nunca. Todavía hoy, tantos años después de aquello, me llevo la mano a la coronilla y siento allí el contacto de los dedos afectuosos del Fénix de los Ingenios. Ni él, ni don Francisco de Quevedo, ni Velazquez, ni el capitán Alatriste, ni la época miserable y magnífica de que entonces conocí, existen ya. Pero queda, en las bibliotecas, en los lienzos, en las iglesias, en los palacions, calles y plazas, la huella indelebre que aquellos hombres dejaron de su paso por la tierra. El recuerdo de la mano de Lope desaparecerá conmigo cuando yo muera, como también el acento andaluz de Diego de Silva, el sonido de las espuelas de oro de don Francisco al cojear, o la mirada glauca y serena del capitán Alatriste. Pero el eco de sus vidas singulares seguirá resonando mientras exista ese lugar impreciso, mezcla de los pueblos, lenguas, historias, sangres y sueños traicionados: ese escenario maravilloso y trágico que llamamos España.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;EL CAPITAL ALATRISTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Arturo y Carlota Pérez-Reverte&lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-3758869092326911481?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/3758869092326911481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=3758869092326911481' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3758869092326911481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3758869092326911481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/09/espana.html' title='Quizá porque la verdadera patria de un hombre es su niñez'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8057239396296880195</id><published>2011-08-24T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:32:14.229+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xQ7hwp43SM/TlVeJbV9RzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5WeGi0tU-0k/s1600/DSC00648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xQ7hwp43SM/TlVeJbV9RzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5WeGi0tU-0k/s640/DSC00648.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Patrón Gorro de punto para hombre. Descargado de ? no recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pesar del calor del clima tropical de Ghana, he decidido volver a hacer punto por varias razones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Me relaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) Me hace sentir útil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por otro lado, tengo un acuerdo de intercambio cultural con una costurera amiga mía llamada Patience y cuyo taller está ubicado justo en frente de mi casa. Ella me enseñará a coser a máquina y yo le tengo que dar clases de ganchillo y punto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Realmente no soy muy ducha en ninguna de las técnicas pero el hecho de poder llevar a cabo este intercambio de habilidades con ella me está animando a investigar, experimentar y exigirme más. Esto se resume a que debo ser autodidácta con los materiales que puedo encontrar en la red... puesto que no tengo acceso a libros, revistas de patrones y demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;La imagen que subo es mi primer reto: PRIMER PATRÓN GORRO DE LANA DE HOMBRE que voy a intentar. Cuando lo termine subiré alguna fotografía con las conclusiones más importantes y consejos prácticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8057239396296880195?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8057239396296880195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8057239396296880195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8057239396296880195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8057239396296880195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/08/primer-patron-gorro-de-lana-para-hombre.html' title='Primer Patrón Gorro de Lana para Hombre'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xQ7hwp43SM/TlVeJbV9RzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5WeGi0tU-0k/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-1938776728160230661</id><published>2011-08-21T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:29:42.879+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Nzulezu, Ghana</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNBxOjp3fis/TlDo2b8_bNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mTgjUHBt-Uk/s1600/DSC06227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNBxOjp3fis/TlDo2b8_bNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mTgjUHBt-Uk/s640/DSC06227.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nzulezu, Ghana.&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Impresionante ver cómo algunas comunidades continúan viviendo en estas condiciones. Tuve el placer de hacer un visita relámpago pero me gustaría regresar y disfrutar de un rincón en el mundo sin electricidad, sin agua corriente, sin Internet, sin blackberries o telefono móvil. Un lugar en el que el hombre está solo ante la naturaleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Village on Stilts of Nzulezu 										 									 									  										&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;  										90km west of Takoradi, and 5km north  of Beyin, is Nzulezo, which means ""surface of water"". This settlement  is located on one side of Lake Tadane which is fed by two nearby rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhabitants  of the village are said to have migrated here from Walata, a city in  the ancient Ghana Empire. According to legend their ancestors were  guided to this particular spot by a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly everything in  this village on stilts take place on or just above the water - cooking,  schooling, recreation, etc. Whenever a new baby is born, it is baptized  in the lake, which is believed to be a protection against drowning. To  preset the ecology, the local people use traditional bamboo hooks  instead of lead ones for fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S72aasB-jX0/TlDqFdSJX9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/wVnSkws3suU/s1600/DSC06225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S72aasB-jX0/TlDqFdSJX9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/wVnSkws3suU/s640/DSC06225.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyDqVxTCuMk/TlDqllfluAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IO3eLYf6ex8/s1600/DSC06228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyDqVxTCuMk/TlDqllfluAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IO3eLYf6ex8/s640/DSC06228.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-1938776728160230661?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/1938776728160230661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=1938776728160230661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1938776728160230661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1938776728160230661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/08/nzulezu-ghana.html' title='Nzulezu, Ghana'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNBxOjp3fis/TlDo2b8_bNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mTgjUHBt-Uk/s72-c/DSC06227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2852677165936718669</id><published>2011-08-17T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:11:25.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><title type='text'>Imaginario personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-kO7Hf2E0/Tkwfqwb35iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kmOpEtsFIYE/s1600/lakegallery_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-kO7Hf2E0/Tkwfqwb35iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kmOpEtsFIYE/s1600/lakegallery_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;Lena Wolff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hay tesoros visuales que componen el imaginario personal de cada uno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Últimamente estoy ampliando el mío. &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/15356162-2852677165936718669?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2852677165936718669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2852677165936718669' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2852677165936718669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2852677165936718669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/08/imaginario-personal.html' title='Imaginario personal'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-kO7Hf2E0/Tkwfqwb35iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kmOpEtsFIYE/s72-c/lakegallery_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-5555605576610958074</id><published>2011-07-26T22:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:39:32.141+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Dreams that Money can buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Comparto los comentarios que llamaron mi atención del artículo sobre fetichismo que leí hace ya semanas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIyJvpy1fh0/Ti8lZkGySsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Z3ABtu1CA9A/s1600/DSC03310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIyJvpy1fh0/Ti8lZkGySsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Z3ABtu1CA9A/s640/DSC03310.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agosto 2011. Lomé (Togo)&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams that Money can buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Correrías del fetichismo: de la rareza al aburrimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando Castro Flórez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revista de Occidente. No. 357 / Febrero 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Todo arte político, si bien surge el problema de que la mayor parte es netamente reaccionario, esto es, afirma pasivamente las relaciones de poder en las cuales se ha producido: ‘Yo definiría el arte político como un arte que conscientemente se propone intervenir (y no simplemente reflexionar acerca de) las relaciones de poder, y esto necesariamente implica las relaciones de poder en las cuales existe. Y hay otra condición: esta intervención debe ser el principio organizador de la obra en todos sus aspectos, no sólo en su forma y en su contenido, sino también en su modo de producción y circulación’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrea Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se supone que el arte político porque muestra los estigmas de la dominación, o bien porque pone en ridículo los iconos reinantes, o incluso porque sale de los lugares que le son propios para transformarse en práctica social, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se supone que el arte nos mueve a la indignación al mostrarnos cosas indignantes, que nos moviliza por el hecho de moverse fuera del taller o del museo y que nos transforma en opositores al sistema dominante cuando se niega a sí mismo como elemento de ese sistema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Luis Camnitzer advierte que con un poco de paranoia se puede decir que el ‘arte político’, una actividad doblemente separada del verbo ‘artear’, ‘es el producto de una reacción represiva. La reacción logra con esto la desactivación del posible impacto de un arte verdaderamente subversivo’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Es casi ‘razonable’ que los artistas, como herederos de los &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niños destrozones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, decidan realizar sus así llamados &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actos subversivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; con el beneplácito y la subvención de las instituciones públicas o pensando, sin ningún sentimiento de culpabilidad, en la rápida comercialización de sus ocurrencias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Da la impresión de qe hemos llegado a aceptar tácticamente que el arte es un sinsentido y el artista un inútil que es tanto más apreciado cuanto más innecesario es su tabajo. ‘En definitiva –escribe Susan Buck-Morss-, la ‘libertad’ artística existe en proporción a la irrelevancia del artista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Daniel J. Boorstin en 1961: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;‘el famoso es una persona conocida por ser muy conocida’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Volvemos al &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arte boludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, que según Camnitzer se caracteriza por la no-emisión o, en otros términos, por la &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emisión minimizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de información: ‘se trata de crear una obra que funcione en la frontera frágil entre la imbecilidad y la invisibilidad, sin caer ni en la una ni en la otra’-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;‘Si hubiera conservado –dice Saatchi- todas las obras que eh comprado a lo largo de mi vida me sentiría como Kane en Xanadú, rodeado de su botín’. Magnífica declaración que revela que una de las cualidades adaptativas en la época de la vida líquida (precaria y en incertidumbre constante) es la que tienen los que saben liberarse de las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;La corrupción política no es una anomalía sino un componente sistémico.&lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-5555605576610958074?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/5555605576610958074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=5555605576610958074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5555605576610958074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5555605576610958074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams-that-money-can-buy.html' title='Dreams that Money can buy'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIyJvpy1fh0/Ti8lZkGySsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Z3ABtu1CA9A/s72-c/DSC03310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-974762283827039906</id><published>2011-07-12T22:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:31:43.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Corrupción</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsK3p_Cv9dI/Thyr2x8wfUI/AAAAAAAAApw/9XnhxSINSPs/s1600/poblado+africano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsK3p_Cv9dI/Thyr2x8wfUI/AAAAAAAAApw/9XnhxSINSPs/s640/poblado+africano.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Poblado en el Norte de Ghana. Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Up to a point, in other countries, corruption has been tolerated as a 'cost of doing business'. In Africa, it has had no positive features at all. Near the end of his life, even the stern schoolmaster, Julious Nyerere of Tanzania, was fond of telling the well-worn tale of the difference between Asian and African corruption:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The story began with an African minister who visited a colleague in Asia and was impressed by the man's lavish home. 'How did you afford all this on a minister's salary?' he asked. Pointin through his living-room window, his host said: 'Do you see that large bridge in the distance?' 'Yes' replied the African. 'Well, part of its budget came my way' the Asian explained. The next year, reciprocating the visit, the Asian minister asked the same question. 'Do you see that road down in the valley? asked the African. 'No' he replied. 'I see nothing' 'Exactly' explained the African. 'I financed this house instead'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Why foreign aid isnt working. The trouble with Africa by Robert Calderisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Cuando uno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;se muda a África por primera vez siente lástima por la pobreza que ve a su alrededor. Después uno se insensibiliza al pasar por varias fases como la del sentimiento de culpabilidad del blanquito con dinero. Sin embargo, ahora que llevo ya poco más de un año, y he visto bastante de la realidad africana (al menos ghanesa) estoy de acuerdo en muchas de los argumentos que Robert Calderisi expone en el libro 'The trouble with Africa', y es que el problema de porqué Africa no sale del agujero es en gran medida por culpa de los propios africanos. &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/15356162-974762283827039906?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/974762283827039906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=974762283827039906' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/974762283827039906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/974762283827039906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/07/corrupcion.html' title='Corrupción'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsK3p_Cv9dI/Thyr2x8wfUI/AAAAAAAAApw/9XnhxSINSPs/s72-c/poblado+africano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7333063340745178172</id><published>2011-07-10T00:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:39:23.539+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Ideas viejas, acciones nuevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_1Y8NNv8eM/ThjViOs8XII/AAAAAAAAApY/j0n02VDp0KQ/s1600/sewing-basics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_1Y8NNv8eM/ThjViOs8XII/AAAAAAAAApY/j0n02VDp0KQ/s640/sewing-basics.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Extraída de ww.candobooks.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Haciendo honor al tíulo "Ideas viejas, acciones nuevas" y a pesar de estar más centrada en hacer punto, estoy pensando en comprar una máquina de coser (similar a la de la fotografía). Las de segunda mano son relativamente baratas en Ghana. Son manuales y no se necesita electricidad para trabajar... lo que es un plus aquí. No obstante, le pondría un motor activado por un pedal para liberar una de las manos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lo único que me gustaría es que hiciera algo de frío en este puñetero país ya que el clima tropical adormece cualquier iniciativa que no sea sinónimo de estar tumbada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7333063340745178172?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7333063340745178172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7333063340745178172' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7333063340745178172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7333063340745178172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/07/ideas-viejas-acciones-nuevas.html' title='Ideas viejas, acciones nuevas'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_1Y8NNv8eM/ThjViOs8XII/AAAAAAAAApY/j0n02VDp0KQ/s72-c/sewing-basics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8998406010665779606</id><published>2011-07-05T02:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:39:28.325+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Nelson Mandela</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCJL2jXLJTk/ThJYQ7LtiYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Z2ydveD7ERk/s1600/DSC01635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCJL2jXLJTk/ThJYQ7LtiYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Z2ydveD7ERk/s640/DSC01635.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Taller de danza contemporánea con Aida Gómez Colmenero, Mayo 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At a conference in Johannesburg in March of that year (1998), he (Nelson Mandela) recounted a visit to his home village and his shock at the conditions in which people there lived. "I saw some women taking water in containers from a large stagnant puddle. I asked them if they hadn't noticed the algae on the surface and the tadpoles swimming underneath, or the women washing themselves up the hill with water which then ran off into the street. 'Yes', they said, 'but we don't have a choice'. 'What are you doing to do with this water?' 'Cook with it and drink it,' they answered. 'I hope you're going to boil it,' I protested 'Boil it?' they said. 'With what?' Look around you. Do you think we have electricity? And look towards the horizon. Can you see any trees? We use dried cow dung for fuel, and we have little enough of that. It produces more smoke than heat''' Mandela continued: ''I wanted to fall on my knees and beg their forgiveness for my ignorant questions'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Remarks made by President Nelson Mandela at the closing banquet of the South African Institute of International Affairs (SAIIA) conference on "Southern Africa into the Next MIllennium," March 19, 1998, Smuts House, Johannesburgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8998406010665779606?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8998406010665779606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8998406010665779606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8998406010665779606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8998406010665779606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/07/nelson-mandela.html' title='Nelson Mandela'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCJL2jXLJTk/ThJYQ7LtiYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Z2ydveD7ERk/s72-c/DSC01635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7882330992684532215</id><published>2011-07-02T13:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:17:46.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Inversión en Arte No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S30zEvABBI/Tg8D8KjweDI/AAAAAAAAApM/Dc_-QD0rfJY/s1600/borlabie2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S30zEvABBI/Tg8D8KjweDI/AAAAAAAAApM/Dc_-QD0rfJY/s640/borlabie2011.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Borlabie 2011 (Ghana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mi primera inversión en arte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Conocí a Borlabié hace un año a través de algunos talleres de artes plásticas que he organizado en Ghana. Su estudio se situa muy próximo al taller de los famosos ataudes del anuncio de &lt;a href="http://blog.cocacola.es/tag/aquarius"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/a&gt; y sobre los que recientemente se refrescó la memoria cuando se televisó &lt;a href="http://www.rtve.es/alacarta/videos/espanoles-en-el-mundo/espanoles-mundo-ghana/1084034/"&gt;Españoles por el mundo&lt;/a&gt; hará ya hace un par de meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Me puedo quedar horas mirando este cuadro.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7882330992684532215?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7882330992684532215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7882330992684532215' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7882330992684532215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7882330992684532215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/07/borlabie-2011.html' title='Inversión en Arte No.1'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S30zEvABBI/Tg8D8KjweDI/AAAAAAAAApM/Dc_-QD0rfJY/s72-c/borlabie2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-1805808453605346596</id><published>2011-06-30T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:49:09.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Artesanía en la red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ideas viejas, acciones nuevas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;objetos que originalizan mi existencia&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tengo varios comentarios sobre el fetichismo en la recámara pero esperaré a recuperar el documento para compartirlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJNZrr-FVn0/TgzGFMfi0mI/AAAAAAAAApE/Lutfglcx_gM/s1600/300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJNZrr-FVn0/TgzGFMfi0mI/AAAAAAAAApE/Lutfglcx_gM/s320/300.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lito y Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56n5xE-sEWY/TgzGGjLPTRI/AAAAAAAAApI/uoaVTb6GBHU/s1600/il_570xN.242142382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56n5xE-sEWY/TgzGGjLPTRI/AAAAAAAAApI/uoaVTb6GBHU/s400/il_570xN.242142382.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inmostlight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-1805808453605346596?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/1805808453605346596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=1805808453605346596' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1805808453605346596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1805808453605346596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/06/artesania-en-la-red.html' title='Artesanía en la red'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJNZrr-FVn0/TgzGFMfi0mI/AAAAAAAAApE/Lutfglcx_gM/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8736243036509928976</id><published>2011-06-09T21:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:44:27.332+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>Blog en Barbecho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde hace un para de años y especialmente desde que me mudé a Ghana, estoy experimentando una serie de cambios en cómo percibo la vida y a mí misma. Por motivos laborales, me encuentro en contacto estrecho con la aristocracia del pensar y crear ghanés y observo en su quehacer diario cómo su voz interior conoce el mundo de forma artística, creativa y original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;El motivo inicial que me empujó a crear el blog fue sencillamente una cantidad de información en emails, webs que nunca lograba almacenar bien en el ordenador bien en carpetas de hotmail. Por ello, las primeras entradas son más retazos de pensamientos ajenos y frases que en su día captaron mi atención que fragmentos de mi vida como son las últimas entradas desde que llegué a Ghana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A pesar de todo ello, no creo que mi blog tenga un enfoque claro. Estoy pensando que una primera manera de canalizar todo este hervidero artístico que tengo en mi interior (eso no me convierte en artista) sea paralizando esta plataforma y con más planificación crear una página web donde pueda exponer los trabajos realizados, los eventos organizados... una trayectoria de vida desde mi carrera profesional: la gestión cultural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A veces no sé de qué bando estoy, si del artista o del patrono. Empiezo a cansarme y ahora que recientemente he cumplido los 29 años sé que si no comienzo a sacar artísticamente my inner me entonces me arrepentiré. Por supuesto, que no espero gustar a nadie sino vaciar todo lo que pacientemente he retenido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que oficialmente, declaro este blog en BARBECHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Según la R.A.E.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="eFCompleja"&gt; &lt;b&gt;en &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: -0.5em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=15356162&amp;amp;postID=8736243036509928976" name="en_barbecho.1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="eOrdenAcepFC"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="locución adjetiva"&gt;loc. adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Dicho de una tierra labrantía: Que no está sembrada durante un tiempo para que descanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8736243036509928976?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8736243036509928976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8736243036509928976' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8736243036509928976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8736243036509928976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-en-barbecho.html' title='Blog en Barbecho'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-4077359620427109115</id><published>2011-04-12T23:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:28:20.287+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Mirada anónima</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBeq_Ggj30Q/TaTDJmrYPiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4UoaIPjgGPU/s1600/P4050345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBeq_Ggj30Q/TaTDJmrYPiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4UoaIPjgGPU/s640/P4050345.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nsawam, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-4077359620427109115?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/4077359620427109115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=4077359620427109115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4077359620427109115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4077359620427109115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/04/mirada-anonima.html' title='Mirada anónima'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBeq_Ggj30Q/TaTDJmrYPiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4UoaIPjgGPU/s72-c/P4050345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-9045414517280394864</id><published>2011-03-20T16:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:28:48.188+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Aprendiendo a Leer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vwy0OjWpNTg/TYYfsPNbBRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iZX0adGVnJY/s1600/ni%25C3%25B1a+escuela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vwy0OjWpNTg/TYYfsPNbBRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iZX0adGVnJY/s640/ni%25C3%25B1a+escuela.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Niña en Escuela. Larabanga, Ghana. Marzo 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-9045414517280394864?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/9045414517280394864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=9045414517280394864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/9045414517280394864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/9045414517280394864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/03/aprendiendo-leer.html' title='Aprendiendo a Leer'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vwy0OjWpNTg/TYYfsPNbBRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iZX0adGVnJY/s72-c/ni%25C3%25B1a+escuela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2805889470243023043</id><published>2011-03-20T16:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:29:10.281+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Niño en Larabanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tsj6Asdn6NI/TYYeGgCmqFI/AAAAAAAAAow/PtiQ6QG4E7o/s1600/ni%25C3%25B1o+sonriendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tsj6Asdn6NI/TYYeGgCmqFI/AAAAAAAAAow/PtiQ6QG4E7o/s640/ni%25C3%25B1o+sonriendo.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Larabanga, Ghana. Marzo 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Pasé un par de horas con este niño en la casa de hospedaje de Larabanga. La inocencia y la ilusión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;que desprende su sonrisa no puede compararse a los momentos que viví con él. Hay sonrisas que no se olvidan.&lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-2805889470243023043?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2805889470243023043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2805889470243023043' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2805889470243023043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2805889470243023043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/03/nino-en-larabanga.html' title='Niño en Larabanga'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tsj6Asdn6NI/TYYeGgCmqFI/AAAAAAAAAow/PtiQ6QG4E7o/s72-c/ni%25C3%25B1o+sonriendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6887021038471027443</id><published>2011-02-01T21:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:41:15.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Próxima Estación: Burkina Faso</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TUhmbndSRMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6VkJrtqbsTI/s1600/DSCF8603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TUhmbndSRMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6VkJrtqbsTI/s640/DSCF8603.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Plastic Arts Workshop 2011 at the Dei Centre in Ghana. By Michael.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lectura recomendada: Africa must unite by Kwame Nkrumah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Padre del panafricanismo y fuente de inspiración para un África libre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-6887021038471027443?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/6887021038471027443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=6887021038471027443' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6887021038471027443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6887021038471027443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2011/02/proxima-estacion-burkina-faso.html' title='Próxima Estación: Burkina Faso'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TUhmbndSRMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6VkJrtqbsTI/s72-c/DSCF8603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-4767791637069762557</id><published>2010-12-19T03:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:42:44.501+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>Coliflor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TQ1yoLl2snI/AAAAAAAAAog/XuXcu64IXnE/s1600/40259_1429617391426_1562601442_31189066_1966900_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TQ1yoLl2snI/AAAAAAAAAog/XuXcu64IXnE/s400/40259_1429617391426_1562601442_31189066_1966900_n.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No sé de quién es....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Nostalgia que invade el corazón. Otoño plácido,  libertad adulta. Seguridad interior y potencial por explorar. Pero,  sobre todo, lo que somos: únicos. Te quiero. &lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-4767791637069762557?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/4767791637069762557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=4767791637069762557' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4767791637069762557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4767791637069762557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/12/coliflor.html' title='Coliflor'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TQ1yoLl2snI/AAAAAAAAAog/XuXcu64IXnE/s72-c/40259_1429617391426_1562601442_31189066_1966900_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-3843359332666268288</id><published>2010-12-04T11:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:29:39.170+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Nuevas Perspectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TPoXJVXbMTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hjL3EIEfCSc/s1600/IMG_6743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TPoXJVXbMTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hjL3EIEfCSc/s640/IMG_6743.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;By David Salas- www.david-salas.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fotografías como ésta te hacen seguir hacia delante, porque te das cuenta que lo que estás haciendo realmente merece la pena. Gracias David.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taller de foto-turismo 2010, Ghana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-3843359332666268288?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/3843359332666268288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=3843359332666268288' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3843359332666268288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3843359332666268288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/12/nuevas-perspectivas.html' title='Nuevas Perspectivas'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TPoXJVXbMTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hjL3EIEfCSc/s72-c/IMG_6743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-4524174033010047683</id><published>2010-11-17T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:42:44.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>Ella simplemente se marchó sin mirar atrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ella simplemente se marchó sin mirar atrás y por eso nunca se lo dijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-4524174033010047683?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/4524174033010047683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=4524174033010047683' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4524174033010047683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4524174033010047683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/11/ella-simplemente-se-marcho-sin-mirar.html' title='Ella simplemente se marchó sin mirar atrás'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-5225120820929807032</id><published>2010-10-31T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:45:05.582+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>Con el pié izquierdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si una pensaba que era original, solamente lo fue por un tiempo... después publican libros con tu nick que no expresan ni inspiran nada interesante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Vaya mediocridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A veces una imagen vale más que mil palabras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TMya5tPrDjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0EGVgb5TEto/s400/foff.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Graffiti by BANKSY. Also my desktop Image for Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TMya5tPrDjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0EGVgb5TEto/s1600/foff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título del libro:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Dejando el Paraíso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: &lt;/strong&gt;Elkeles Simone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idioma: &lt;/strong&gt;                       Castellano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666;"&gt;Acerca de Dejando el Paraíso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;                       Nada  ha sido lo mismo desde que Caleb Becker salió borracho de una fiesta,  se subió a su auto y atropelló a Maggie Armstrong. Incluso después de  meses de dolorosa terapia física ella camina cojeando. Su vida social es  nula y una beca para estudiar en el exterior -su oportunidad para  escaparse de todos y de sus miradas con lástima- ha sido cancelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Después de un año en la cárcel juvenil, Caleb está libre... si la  libertad significa ser vigilado constantemente por su guía de transición  y las miradas inquisitivas de todo el pueblo. Volver a casa se siente  bien, pero su familia y su ex-novia se comportan como extraños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Caleb y Maggie quedan aislados, señalados como \"criminal\" y  \"fenómeno\". Entonces la verdad sobre lo que realmente pasó la noche  del accidente emerge y, una vez más, todo cambia. Es un triste y  tortuoso camino para Caleb y Maggie, y aún asi ellos terminan  encontrando consuelo y fortaleza en la fuente más sorprendente: el otro. &lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-5225120820929807032?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/5225120820929807032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=5225120820929807032' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5225120820929807032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5225120820929807032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/10/con-el-pie-izquierdo.html' title='Con el pié izquierdo'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TMya5tPrDjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0EGVgb5TEto/s72-c/foff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6720199152160053044</id><published>2010-10-20T00:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:46:39.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>El Secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TEyYl_4KRLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VsFLQXElymU/s1600/DSC03283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TEyYl_4KRLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VsFLQXElymU/s640/DSC03283.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Equivalente africano de un concensionario oficial de Mercedes Benz. Servicio tropical que inspira confianza. Está cerrado porque es domingo y el servicio eclesiástico llama a las almas a rezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8983303908077320651?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8983303908077320651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8983303908077320651' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8983303908077320651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8983303908077320651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/07/mercedes-benz.html' title='Mercedes Benz'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TEyYl_4KRLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VsFLQXElymU/s72-c/DSC03283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7076343477419472389</id><published>2010-07-13T03:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:40:21.675+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Sesgos de Cartas Africanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Párpados que se cierran lentamente por el cansancio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;El rumor irregular del ventilador en el techo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Ambiente embragado de esencia de citronela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;África todavía no me ha desvelado sus maravillas que, camufladas de pobreza y tierra, permanecen ocultas a mis ojos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;África es otro continente pero parece ser otro mundo también. Solamente se atisba rastro de civilización por las paredes encaladas de las chabolas con logotipos de empresas de telefonía móvil. Aunque todo el sistema tiene un orden a mí me parece caótico. Acostumbrada a la disciplina civil washingtoniana, que fluía natural, me siento sobrecogida por los ríos de&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;coches de hojalata de los años 70 que surfean caminos de tierra sin ton ni son y las manadas de vendedores ambulantes con sus cachivaches en la cabeza. Escenario africano de ambiente bochornoso, con un sol sin piedad y la ausencia perenne de brisa. Aquí no hay tregua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7076343477419472389?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7076343477419472389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7076343477419472389' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7076343477419472389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7076343477419472389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/07/sesgos-de-cartas-africanas.html' title='Sesgos de Cartas Africanas'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6079385579963283292</id><published>2010-07-04T11:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:54:25.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TDBXwPIheXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/u-zUMWKXqwM/s1600/december2006037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TDBXwPIheXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/u-zUMWKXqwM/s400/december2006037.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apología del humanismo. Photo by Ikusi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:"Times New Roman"; panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}@font-face {font-family:Eurostile; panose-1:0 2 11 5 4 2 2 2 5 2; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES; mso-fareast-language:ES;}table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-parent:""; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Eurostile;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Los acordes de una guitarra suenan desde el amplificador del ordenador, el murmullo incesante del ventilador y mi continuo ir y venir. Jugando en la cocina entre espaguetis, cucharones y platos. Me parece todo un absurdo… que sucede cuando una no sabe cocinar y cuando una no tiene idea de cómo mezclar los ingredientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/15356162-6079385579963283292?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/6079385579963283292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=6079385579963283292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6079385579963283292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6079385579963283292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/07/apologia-del-humanismo.html' title=''/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TDBXwPIheXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/u-zUMWKXqwM/s72-c/december2006037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2119699523690834789</id><published>2010-06-05T13:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:50:13.493+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TAo2gsk2u-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/E6rZ7WXWVtU/s1600/Adan+aliaga2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TAo2gsk2u-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/E6rZ7WXWVtU/s400/Adan+aliaga2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b class="top5"&gt;Fotomontaje con Teléfono móvil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b class="top5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;de Adan Aliaga (director de cine alicantino) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Me encanta esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;Es la canción de mis 28 años.&lt;br /&gt;Es el  baluarte de la nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Es la reminiscencia de una intensidad  inimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;Un desgarro interno que ahoga la tristeza de la  supervivencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b class="top5"&gt;Angus and Julia Stone - And The Boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It´s been days now &lt;br /&gt;and you change your mind again &lt;br /&gt;it feels like years &lt;br /&gt;and i can tell how time can bend your ideas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;br /&gt;and there´s gold falling from the ceiling of this world &lt;br /&gt;falling from the heartbeat of this girl &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we should have learned &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we could have heard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it´s been days now &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you change your mind again &lt;br /&gt;all the cracks in the walls reminds you of things we said &lt;br /&gt;and i could tell you that i wont hurt you this time &lt;br /&gt;but it´s just safer to keep you in this heart of mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;br /&gt;and there´s gold falling from the ceiling of this world &lt;br /&gt;falling from the heartbeat of this girl &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we should have learned &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we could have heard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go on and on and on and on &lt;br /&gt;and there´s gold falling from the ceiling of this world &lt;br /&gt;falling from the heartbeat of this girl &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we should have learned &lt;br /&gt;falling from the things we could have heard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling from the people that we heard &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling from the love we never earned &lt;br /&gt;falling from the sky that should have burned &lt;br /&gt;falling from my heart&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/15356162-2119699523690834789?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2119699523690834789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2119699523690834789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2119699523690834789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2119699523690834789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/TAo2gsk2u-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/E6rZ7WXWVtU/s72-c/Adan+aliaga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7092323309432827393</id><published>2010-05-25T18:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:46:39.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Fragilidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;El butoh es una expresión artística de origen japonés a medio camino  entre la danza contemporánea, el teatro y la performance callejera. Merece la pena adentrarse y conocer esta forma de expresión artística.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Es impresionante la fragilidad y la fuerza que transmiten al mismo tiempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11386110"&gt;Desde el Silencio (Karlik Danza Teatro  &amp;amp; Cranämour)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11386110&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11386110&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11386110"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11386110"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11386110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ms7MGs2Nh8" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Butoh Dance Performance in Japan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ms7MGs2Nh8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ms7MGs2Nh8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7092323309432827393?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7092323309432827393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7092323309432827393' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7092323309432827393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7092323309432827393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragilidad.html' title='Fragilidad'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7238959651069487043</id><published>2010-05-14T18:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:43:18.282+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>The countdown began...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S-19RjBEGCI/AAAAAAAAAns/BdWaKIOAHf4/s1600/DSC02401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S-19RjBEGCI/AAAAAAAAAns/BdWaKIOAHf4/s640/DSC02401.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Según la R.A.E.&lt;b&gt; incertidumbre &lt;/b&gt;es la falta de certidumbre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certidumbre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1-.&amp;nbsp; Obligación de cumplir algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;2-.&amp;nbsp; Certeza que es conocimiento seguro y claro de algo o firme adhesión de la mente a algo conocible, sin temor de errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Es decir, que lo que yo siento en este momento es la NO obligación de cumplir algo o que no tengo&amp;nbsp; conocimiento seguro y claro de algo; o bien que mi mente no tiene una firme adhesión a algo conocible, y que tengo temor de errar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dejando las bromas a parte, creo que la incertidumbre es una sensación apasionante y fantástica; significa que potencialmente podría suceder cualquier cosa. Lo que no es tan agradable es saber lo que quieres y esa falta de certeza sobre lo que sucederá mine tu escudo de defensa y acriblle tu sistema nervioso... que es basicamente lo que me está sucediendo a mí. Próximo destino: INCERTIDUMBRE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Genial... eso es fantástico (ironía por supuesto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7238959651069487043?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7238959651069487043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7238959651069487043' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7238959651069487043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7238959651069487043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/05/countdown-began.html' title='The countdown began...'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S-19RjBEGCI/AAAAAAAAAns/BdWaKIOAHf4/s72-c/DSC02401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8187929756897191260</id><published>2010-04-18T22:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:46:39.647+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>América... América.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S8trNisCzuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TLVTKv3J1qQ/s1600/Hanami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S8trNisCzuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TLVTKv3J1qQ/s400/Hanami.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;No recuerdo de dónde me bajé ese diseño catalán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;El filósofo peruano Antenor Orrego señala que la emoción primigenia que ha acompañado a América desde su misma génesis no es otra que el sentimiento de la unidad universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"América nace y crece como el lugar donde concurren todas las razas y progenies del planeta. Todas se funden en un crisol común, caminando sin saberlo hacia una unificación biológica, anímica y espiritual, hacia un nuevo amasamiento de sangres y de sentimientos que sea el compendio o el epítome de todas" (Orrego en Castro-Gómez, 1996: 80).&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/15356162-8187929756897191260?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8187929756897191260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8187929756897191260' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8187929756897191260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8187929756897191260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-recuerdo-de-donde-me-baje-ese-diseno.html' title='América... América.'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S8trNisCzuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TLVTKv3J1qQ/s72-c/Hanami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8817444562827915108</id><published>2010-04-06T23:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:49:43.583+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Barcarrota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7ukQt2x4YI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cSNSDjHeTBI/s1600/Plaza+de+toros+y+castillo+en+ceramica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7ukQt2x4YI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cSNSDjHeTBI/s640/Plaza+de+toros+y+castillo+en+ceramica.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Castillo y Plaza de Toros de Barcarrota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mis raíces extremeñas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;El investigador australiano Jon Hawkes ha formulado en su documento The fourth pillar of sustainability. Culture’s essential role in public planning [2001]. La necesidad de estructurar un nuevo “pilar” para la sostenibilidad y el desarrollo local. Según Hawkes, las acciones para el desarrollo de las sociedades descansan sobre cuatro pilares: el pilar económico tiene que ver con crear riqueza, el pilar social redistribuye esta riqueza, mientras que el tercer pilar, el ecológico, vigila la responsabilidad sobre el medio; y el círculo del desarrollo no se puede cerrar sin el cuarto pilar, la cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8817444562827915108?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8817444562827915108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8817444562827915108' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8817444562827915108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8817444562827915108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/04/castillo-y-plaza-de-toros-de-barcarrota.html' title='Barcarrota'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7ukQt2x4YI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cSNSDjHeTBI/s72-c/Plaza+de+toros+y+castillo+en+ceramica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2053073414297971135</id><published>2010-03-29T13:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:44:49.356+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Es preferible un cerebro bien conectado que no que esté lleno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7CNt2YdiaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YkOyT9xb6Xc/s1600/DSC02951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7CNt2YdiaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YkOyT9xb6Xc/s640/DSC02951.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;El poder de internet está en su capacidad de generar inteligencia Colectiva. Actualizando a Michel de Montaigne, Derrick decía que "es preferible un cerebro bien conectado que no que esté lleno".&lt;/span&gt; Inma Tubella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Para mí, el periodismo es un oficio que implica tener tres talentos: acumular información, reflexionar sobre ella adecuadamente y saber transmitirla.&lt;/span&gt; Jean Daniel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;La educación por medio del entretenimiento no sólo es un instrumento poderoso, sino efectivo&lt;/span&gt;. Martin Kaplan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-2053073414297971135?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/2053073414297971135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=2053073414297971135' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2053073414297971135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/2053073414297971135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/03/es-preferible-un-cerebro-bien-conectado.html' title='Es preferible un cerebro bien conectado que no que esté lleno'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S7CNt2YdiaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YkOyT9xb6Xc/s72-c/DSC02951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7906659692504444428</id><published>2010-03-21T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.945+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Yo de mayor quiero ser Coordinadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S6Zo0Ggh7rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/imDeGwX5zSY/s1600-h/DSC02960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S6Zo0Ggh7rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/imDeGwX5zSY/s400/DSC02960.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso, Alcoi 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se denomina gestión a aquellas actividades que permiten la generación de aquellos procesos operativos de toda organización, abarcando tanto su coordinación general coo de una unidad en el seno de la misma. Suele argumentarse que los procesos de gestión consisten en la toma de decisiones o la planificación de la organización, siendo lo genuino o característico del gestor la asunción de responsabilidades del macroproceso de una organización o de una unidad operativa dentro de ella.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Expresado en otros términos, la gestión de la organización estribaría en la coordinación de la organización, o de una unidad dentro de ella, y la denominada interlocución de la entidad, como un todo global, con su entorno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Materiales. Gestión de entidades de voluntariado. Fundar.&lt;/i&gt;&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/15356162-7906659692504444428?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7906659692504444428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7906659692504444428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7906659692504444428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7906659692504444428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-de-mayor-quiero-ser-coordinadora.html' title='Yo de mayor quiero ser Coordinadora'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S6Zo0Ggh7rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/imDeGwX5zSY/s72-c/DSC02960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8093125741417864367</id><published>2010-03-11T14:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:40:32.543+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>El caballero de la armadura oxidada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S5jwkWBU6-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cPIAhOEiFik/s1600-h/caballero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="516" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S5jwkWBU6-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cPIAhOEiFik/s640/caballero.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cubierta del Libro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;EL CABALLERO DE LA ARMADURA OXIDADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Los comentarios y mensajes que más me gustaron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ediciones Obelisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Robert Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Una persona no puede correr y aprender a la vez. Debe permanecer en un  lugar durante un tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ¿Por qué siempre respondeis a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;una pregunta con otra pregunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ¿y por qué siempre buscáis que otros os respondan vuestras preguntas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ¿Cómo podéis cuidar de ellos si ni siquiera podéis cuidar de vos mismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Los animales aceptan y los humanos esperan. Nunca oiréis a un conejo  decir: "espero que el sol salga esta mañana para poder ir al lago a  jugar". Si el sol no sale, no le estropeará el día al conejo. Es feliz  siendo un conejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; No recordaba a ninguna persona que fuera feliz simplemente por ser  persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; La mayoría de la gente está atrapada en su armadura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Ponemos barreras para protegernos de quienes creemos que somos. Luego  un día quedamos atrapados tras las barreras y ya no podemos salir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; - Estoy empezando a entender. ¿he podido comprender el dolor de Julieta  porque soy parte de ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Si, Por eso pudisteis llorar por ella y por vos mismo. Fue la primera  vez que derramasteis lágrimas por otra persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ¿Habéis confundido la necesidad con el amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Es quí donde podemos aprender del manzano. Se ha convertido en un árbol  hermoso y maduro, que da generosamente sus frutos a todos. Cuantas más  manzanas coge la gente -dijo Merlín- más crece el árbol y más hermoso  deviene. Este árbol hace exactamente lo que un manzano debe hacer:  desarrollar su potencial para beneficio de todos. Lo mismo sucede con  las personas que tienen ambiciones del corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Aunque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;este universo poseo, nada pose, pues no puedo conocer lo  desconocido si me afferro a lo conocido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8093125741417864367?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8093125741417864367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8093125741417864367' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8093125741417864367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8093125741417864367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-caballero-de-la-armadura-oxidada.html' title='El caballero de la armadura oxidada'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S5jwkWBU6-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cPIAhOEiFik/s72-c/caballero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-1166775561213205611</id><published>2010-03-04T02:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:40:04.775+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>12 de Mayo de 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S48JtBHZcyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nL0u-FEvtmc/s1600-h/12+May+2006+%288%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S48JtBHZcyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nL0u-FEvtmc/s640/12+May+2006+%288%29.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Photo of Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fuí a los  bosques porque queria vivir a conciencia, queria vivir a fondo y extraer  todo el meollo a la vida, y dejar a un lado todo lo que no fuese vida,  para no descubrir en el momento de mi muerte, que no había vivido"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; 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Entre otras razones, porque nunca hay respuestas para todo. Y además, he pasado la vida echando la pota mientras oía a demasiados apóstoles de vía estrecha, visionarios y sinvergüenzas que decían tener la verdad sentada sobre el hombro. Yo sólo puedo escribirte que no hay varitas mágicas, ni ábrete sésamos. Éstos son cuentos chinos. De lo que si estoy seguro es que no hay mejor vacuna que el conocimiento.Me refiero a la cultura, en el sentido amplio y genérico del término: no soluciona casi nada, pero ayuda a comprender, a&amp;nbsp; asumir, sin caer en el&amp;nbsp; embrutecimiento, o en la resignación. Con ello quiero sugerirte que leas, que viajes, y que mires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fíjate bien. Eres el último&amp;nbsp; eslabón de una cadena maravillosa que tiene diez mil años de historia; de una cultura originalmente mediterránea que arranca de la Biblia, Egipto y la Grecia clásica, que luego se hace romana y fertiliza al occidente que hoy llamamos Europa. Una cultura que se mezcla con otras a medida que se extiende, que se impregna de Islam hasta florecer en la latinidad cristiana medieval y el Renacimiento, y luego viaja a América en naves españolas para retornar enriquecida por ese nuevo y vigoroso mestizaje, antes de volverse ilustración o fiesta de las ideas, y ochocentismo de revoluciones y esperanzas. O sea que no naciste ayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Para conocerte, para comprender, lee al menos lo básico, Estudia la Mitogía, y también a Homero, y a Virgilio, y las historias del mundo antiguo&amp;nbsp; que sentó las bases políticas e intelectuales de éste. Conoce al menos el alfabeto griego y un vocabulario básico. Estudia latín si puedes, aunque sólo sea un año o dos, para tener la base, la madre, del universo en que te mueves. Da igual que te gusten las ciencias: ten presente -como siempre recuerda Pepe Perona, mi amigo el maestro de Gramática-, que Newton escribió en latín su Principia Mathematica,&amp;nbsp; y que hasta Descartes toda la ciencia europea se escribió en esa lengua. Debes hablar inglés y francés por lo menos, chapurrear un poco de italiano, y que el estudio del gallego, del euskera, del catalán, que tal vez sean tus hermosas y necesarias lenguas maternas, no te impidan nunca dominar a la perfección ese eficaz y bellísimo instrumento al que aqui llamamos castellano y en todo el mundo, América incluida, conocen como español. Para ello lee como mínimo a Quevedo y a Cervantes, échale un vistazo al teatro y a la poesía del siglo de Oro, conoce a Moratín, que era madrileño, a Galdós, que era canario, a&amp;nbsp; Valle-Inclán, que era gallego, a Pío Baroja, que era vasco. Rastrea sus textos y encontrarás etimologías, aportaciones de todas las lenguas españolas además de las clásicas y semíticas. Con algunos de ellos también aprenderás fácilmente Historia, y eso te llevara Polibio, Herodoto, Suetonio, Tácito, Muntaner, Moncada, Bernal Díaz del Castillo, Gibbon, Menéndez Pidal, Elliot, Fernández Álvarez, Kamen y tantos otros. Ponlos a todos en buena compañía con Dante, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Dickens, Stendhal, Dostoievski, Tolstoi, Melville, Mann. No olvides el Nuevo Testamento y recuerda que el principio fue la Biblia, y que toda la historia de la Filosofía no es, en cierto modo, sino notas a pie de página a las obras de Platón y Aristóteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Viaja, y hazlo con esos libros en la intención, en la memoria y en la mochila. Verás qué poco fanatismos e ignorancias de pueblo y cabra de campanario sobreviven a una visita paciente a El Escorial, a una mañana en el museo del Prado, a un paseo por los barrios viejos de Sevilla, a una cerveza bajo el acueducto de Segovia. LLégate a la Costa de la Muerte y mira morir el Sol como lo veían los antiguos celtas del Finis Terrae. Tapea en el casco viejo de San Sebastián mientras consideras la posibilidad de que parte del castellano pudo nacer del intento vasco por hablar latín. Observa desde las ruinas romanas de Tarragona el mar por el que vinieron las legiones y los dioses, intuye en Extremadura por qué sus hombres se fueron a conquistar América, sigue al Cid desde la catedral de Burgos a las murallas de Valencia,&amp;nbsp; a los moriscos y sefardíes en su triste y dilatado exilio. En Granada, Córdoba, Melilla, convéncete de que el moro de la patera nunca será un extranjero para ti. Y sitúa todo eso en un marco general, que también es tuyo, visitando el Coliseo de Roma, la catedral de Estrasburgo, Lisboa, el Vaticano, el monte San Michel. Tómate un café en Viena y en París, mira los museos de Londres, descubre una etimología almogávar en el bazar de Estambul o una palabra hispana en un restaurante de Nueva York, lee a Borges en la Recoleta de Buenos Aires, sube a las pirámides de Egipto y a las mejicanas de Teotihuacán. Si haces todo eso -o al menos sueñas con hacerlo-, conocerás la única patria que de verdad vale la pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Arturo&amp;nbsp; Pérez-Reverte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-3144073481107277819?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/3144073481107277819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=3144073481107277819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3144073481107277819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3144073481107277819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/03/carta-maria.html' title='Carta a María'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6688267133980229877</id><published>2010-02-26T22:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:41:11.532+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>La cultura es un organismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S4g4TNTzvqI/AAAAAAAAAks/5L71YrNREPk/s1600-h/ciclo_arq_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S4g4TNTzvqI/AAAAAAAAAks/5L71YrNREPk/s640/ciclo_arq_04.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cartel diseñado por Dejandoelparaiso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;Hoy, ha tomado un nuevo rumbo.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Las épocas de las infraestructuras de “techos altos”, con vitrinas impenetrables, con poca o ninguna interacción con el público no especializado, y en las que estaba prohibido casi todo parecen haber terminado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahora, las bibliotecas, teatros, salas de muestra, o museos se han vuelto espacios vivos donde las actividades se barajan y entremezclan. La estructura física ha pasado a ser un insumo más dentro de un mundo orgánico que hace vivo el disfrute cultural y la creación artística que se exhibe dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Texto de fuente desconocida &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/15356162-6688267133980229877?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/6688267133980229877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=6688267133980229877' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6688267133980229877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6688267133980229877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/02/disenado-por-dejandoelparaiso-hoy-ha.html' title='La cultura es un organismo'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S4g4TNTzvqI/AAAAAAAAAks/5L71YrNREPk/s72-c/ciclo_arq_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7272294326936713338</id><published>2010-02-26T21:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:37:50.260+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>I cannot do everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am only one&lt;/b&gt;, But still I  am one. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I cannot do everything&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But I can do something; And  because I cannot do everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will not refuse to do the  something that I can do&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S1sJU_G2AOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/N9plsk9Pb2w/s1600-h/Calpe+Enga%C3%B1o2+2005+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S1sJU_G2AOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/N9plsk9Pb2w/s640/Calpe+Enga%C3%B1o2+2005+011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Entonces aprendí que Martina era fácil de convencer cuando decía que sí pero nunca cuando decía que no. Así que agarré el guante, bañado en lágrimas, y me propuse ser otro en la vida que ella pensó para mí: otra ciudad, otro colegio, otros amigos y hasta otro modo de ser. Apenas lo pensé". &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;GGM - Vivir para contarla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;En ocasiones uno se ve obligado a dejar al margen cosas sucedidas con anterioridad y darse a sí mismo una segunda oportunidad para renovar energías, esperanzas y sueños. El proceso no es dulce, en absoluto. Sin sufrimiento no hay purificación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esto me recuerda a la tragedia griega donde mediante la llamada Katharsis se pretendía que el espectador se sintiera limpio y elevado de la mundanidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me gustaría apenas pensarlo. Realmente apenas pensarlo sería lo más maravilloso que ahora podría sucederme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7439043999168710368?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7439043999168710368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7439043999168710368' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7439043999168710368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7439043999168710368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-by-dejandoelparaiso-entonces.html' title='Horizonte'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S1sJU_G2AOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/N9plsk9Pb2w/s72-c/Calpe+Enga%C3%B1o2+2005+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-5762082586369474092</id><published>2010-01-01T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:53:47.129+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A veces, lo único que se quiere es dejar de existir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Y, a veces, lo único que se quiere es vivir; pero uno no sabe cómo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Cuando uno tiene un Para qué en la vida, es capaz de cualquier Cómo&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Yo me pregunto... ¿Qué se hace si careces de un Para qué?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-5762082586369474092?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/5762082586369474092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=5762082586369474092' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5762082586369474092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/5762082586369474092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2010/01/veces-lo-unico-que-se-quiere-es-dejar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-4838021943437846432</id><published>2009-12-29T23:15:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>La obsesión del corto plazo es perjudicial para la salud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szt3Vj2PLjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/13YJeeBB0JI/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szt3Vj2PLjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/13YJeeBB0JI/s400/DSC01313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;La obsesión del corto plazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; y sus corolarios y la ausencia de visión a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; largo plazo mina nuestras sociedades&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fragmento extraído de una entrevista realizada por Sophie Morainville,&lt;br /&gt;miembro de la «Alliance Végétarienne&lt;br /&gt;Française» a un médico vegano.&lt;/span&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/15356162-4838021943437846432?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/4838021943437846432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=4838021943437846432' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4838021943437846432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/4838021943437846432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-obsesion-del-corto-plazo-y-sus.html' title='La obsesión del corto plazo es perjudicial para la salud'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szt3Vj2PLjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/13YJeeBB0JI/s72-c/DSC01313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8356325195303086519</id><published>2009-12-27T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.952+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szagt7moxZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nXBCVzeq33I/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szagt7moxZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nXBCVzeq33I/s400/DSC02499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419695912541275538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si vas a intentarlo, ve hasta el final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; De lo contrario no empieces siquiera. Tal vez suponga perder novias, esposas, familia, trabajo, y quizá la cabeza. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez suponga no comer durante tres o cuatro días. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez suponga helarte en el banco de un parque. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez suponga la cárcel. Tal vez suponga humillación. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez suponga desdén, aislamiento… El aislamiento es el premio, todo lo demás es para poner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a prueba tu resistencia, tus auténticas ganas de hacerlo. Y lo harás, a pesar del rechazo y de las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ínfimas probabilidades. Y será mejor que cualquier cosa que pudieras imaginar. Si vas a intentarlo, ve hasta el final. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No existe una sensación igual. Estarás solo con los dioses, y las noches arderán en llamas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llevarás las riendas de la vida hasta la risa perfecta. Es por lo único que vale la pena luchar."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bukowsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8356325195303086519?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8356325195303086519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8356325195303086519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8356325195303086519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8356325195303086519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-by-dejandoelparaiso-si-vas.html' title=''/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Szagt7moxZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nXBCVzeq33I/s72-c/DSC02499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-1126172346241756058</id><published>2009-12-24T19:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.953+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>The 5 stages of grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SzO6E3NpDuI/AAAAAAAAAho/DEJRE0K2jbo/s1600-h/mirpics017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SzO6E3NpDuI/AAAAAAAAAho/DEJRE0K2jbo/s400/mirpics017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418879369360248546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time or other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce or some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are five stages of grief. If we get stuck in one stage or the other, the process of grieving is not complete, and cannot be complete. Thus there will be no healing. A person MUST go through the five stages to be well again, to heal. Not everyone goes through the stages at the same time. It is different for each person. You cannot force a person through the stages, they have to go at their own pace, and you may go one step forward then take two steps backward, but this is all part of the process, and individual to each person. But, as stressed, ALL five stages must be completed for healing to occur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-6167988213978292"; google_ad_width = 180; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "180x90_0ads_al"; google_ad_channel ="5878910303"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "339933"; google_color_url = "000000"; google_color_text = "000000"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The five stages of grief are&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt;-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, or if it is death, setting the table for the person or acting as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting or even acknowledging the loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back or get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bargaining-bargaining&lt;/span&gt; often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, or attempting to make deals with God to stop or change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. You have to accept the loss, not just try to bear it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make or break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave you on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-1126172346241756058?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/1126172346241756058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=1126172346241756058' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1126172346241756058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/1126172346241756058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-stages-of-grief.html' title='The 5 stages of grief'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SzO6E3NpDuI/AAAAAAAAAho/DEJRE0K2jbo/s72-c/mirpics017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8337609788293033597</id><published>2009-12-07T14:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.955+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Virginia Woolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sx0Ifd3uYrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yEwqyr3C4pI/s1600-h/picprofile.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412491663856526002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sx0Ifd3uYrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yEwqyr3C4pI/s400/picprofile.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 227px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hay barrera, cerradura, ni cerrojo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que puedas imponer a la libertad de mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8337609788293033597?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8337609788293033597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8337609788293033597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8337609788293033597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8337609788293033597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/12/virginia-woolf.html' title='Virginia Woolf'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sx0Ifd3uYrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yEwqyr3C4pI/s72-c/picprofile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-6245931720000324243</id><published>2009-12-02T17:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:43:51.937+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Tommy's bib</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SxaQVkafC3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/6erUpHPJWL4/s1600-h/bibtommy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SxaQVkafC3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/6erUpHPJWL4/s400/bibtommy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410670702558645106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;nother Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend of mine is having a baby in January. I am exploring my artistic skills by making presents that have an utility. I think it is an intelligent way of being greener and also save some money. I hope she likes it because nowadays babies are weird human beings, well... the parents are weird human beings. I think I am too selfish to long for my own creature  (It makes me shudder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/15356162-6245931720000324243?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/6245931720000324243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=6245931720000324243' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6245931720000324243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/6245931720000324243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/12/tommys-bib.html' title='Tommy&apos;s bib'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SxaQVkafC3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/6erUpHPJWL4/s72-c/bibtommy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-3919355364609243672</id><published>2009-11-27T13:26:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:43:51.938+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handcraft'/><title type='text'>Winter Scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sw_HrKXIDvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p4uI8-0g5CI/s1600/Bufanda1fotoblog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408761221824909042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sw_HrKXIDvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p4uI8-0g5CI/s400/Bufanda1fotoblog.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: arial;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I knitted this scarf as a present for a friend of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people dislike handmade stuff but other appreciate the effort and time spent in the making process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-3919355364609243672?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/3919355364609243672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=3919355364609243672' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3919355364609243672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/3919355364609243672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-scarf.html' title='Winter Scarf'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sw_HrKXIDvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p4uI8-0g5CI/s72-c/Bufanda1fotoblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-8227659889782717363</id><published>2009-05-16T00:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:53:47.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos Mudos'/><title type='text'>~ This is how I feel ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sg31dD76oOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QuePuSlCWB8/s1600-h/boadtrip.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336191013125529826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sg31dD76oOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QuePuSlCWB8/s400/boadtrip.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: arial;"&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this path through the creativity of the the foreign language´s usage a real challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book whose title is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vagabondin&lt;/span&gt;g" by Rolf Potts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a long haul trip that enriched my life and I am facing a tough situation due to my return. And this book contains a little passage that describes my feelings incredibly accurate (Page 200-201).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the most difficult things I experienced in my travels was trying to relate what I´d experienced to old friends and acquaintances who´d been at home the whole time I was gone. When I recounted how I got into a fight with a Javanese transvestite, swam with barracuda, or ate spicy dog with rice, they´d get a glazed look in their eyes. When I finished telling them these stories, there was little response. 'Wow', they´d say with weak enthusiasm. Then they´d tell me a bout what happened at the local pub and how they'd thought I was missing out on so much when I was gone, but these reunions made me realize I was a changed person&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-8227659889782717363?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/8227659889782717363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=8227659889782717363' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8227659889782717363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/8227659889782717363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='~ This is how I feel ~'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/Sg31dD76oOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QuePuSlCWB8/s72-c/boadtrip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-7097316475592401824</id><published>2009-05-12T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:53:08.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ♥'/><title type='text'>Bohemian Motel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SgmBTjrDVdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Bgrvss_D8P4/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SgmBTjrDVdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Bgrvss_D8P4/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334937406590375378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Dejandoelparaiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15356162-7097316475592401824?l=dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/feeds/7097316475592401824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15356162&amp;postID=7097316475592401824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7097316475592401824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15356162/posts/default/7097316475592401824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejandoelparaiso.blogspot.com/2009/05/bohemian-motel.html' title='Bohemian Motel'/><author><name>Hiroshima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051016951711179012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/S43E9wJd2DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ja40kI8plYk/S220/Foto+Perfiles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yG7G3fVUT44/SgmBTjrDVdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Bgrvss_D8P4/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15356162.post-2617245487253083908</id><published>2009-05-10T00:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:52:09.955+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas y Cultura'/><title type='text'>Un Manifiesto Incompleto del Crecimiento por Jc. castro/ E.nieto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Deje que los acontecimientos le cambien.&lt;/span&gt; Usted está deseando crecer. El crecimiento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;siempre es diferente de algo que pueda sucederle. Usted lo crea y lo experimenta. Requisitos para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crecer: estar abiertos a la experiencia y dispuestos a ser influidos por cualquier acontecimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Olvídese de lo bueno&lt;/span&gt;. Lo que se da por bueno es una cantidad conocida. Es aquello en lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que todos estamos de acuerdo. El crecimiento no es necesariamente bueno. Crecer es desvelar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lugares recónditos que no necesariamente serán productivos en nuestra tares. Siga aferrándose a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lo bueno y nunca crecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. El proceso es más importante que el resultado. &lt;/span&gt;Si el resultado dicta el proceso sólo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;llegaremos donde ya habíamos estado. Si el proceso dicta el resultado, puede que no sepamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hacia donde nos lleva, pero sí que sabemos que queremos llegar allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ame a sus experimentos&lt;/span&gt; (como amaría a un niño feo). La alegría es el motor del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crecimiento. Aproveche libremente la posibilidad de transformar su trabajo en magníficos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;experimentos, interacciones, intentos, ensayos y errores. Adopte una visión global y permítase el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;placer de fracasar a diario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Profundice. &lt;/span&gt;Cuanto más profundice, más oportunidades tendrá de encontrar algo de valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Capture el accidente. &lt;/span&gt;La respuesta equivocada es la respuesta acertada a una pregunta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;diferente. Coleccionar respuestas erróneas forma parte del proceso. Formule nuevas preguntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Estudie. Un estudio es un lugar de estudio.&lt;/span&gt; Emplee se necesidad de producir como excusa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perfecta para estudiar. Será provechoso para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Divague.&lt;/span&gt; Permítase ir a la deriva. Explore las coincidencias. Practique la ausencia de juicio y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;posponga la crítica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Comience por cualquier lugar. &lt;/span&gt;John Cage nos dice que no saber por donde empezar es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;una forma muy común de parálisis. Su consejo: comience por cualquier lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Todos somos el jefe.&lt;/span&gt; Permita que el crecimiento emerja donde sea. Déjese guiar por él &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cuando proceda. Deje que cualquiera sea su guía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Cultive las ideas.&lt;/span&gt; Elabore sus aplicaciones. Para mantenerse con vida, las ideas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;necesitan un medio dinámico, fluido y generoso. Por el contrario, sus aplicaciones se beneficiarán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;del más crítico rigor. Optimice la proporción entre ideas y aplicaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. No pare.&lt;/span&gt; El mercado y sus operaciones tienden a reforzar el éxito. Resístalo. Deje que el fallo y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la migración formen parte de su quehacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Vaya más despacio.&lt;/span&gt; Rompa con los horarios convencionales y se le presentarán &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorprendentes oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. No sea cool.&lt;/span&gt; Lo elegante es miedo conservador vestido de negro. Libérese de ataduras de ese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Haga preguntas estúpidas&lt;/span&gt;. El crecimiento se nutre del deseo y la inocencia. Valore la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;respuesta, no l pregunta. Imagínese aprendiendo a la velocidad de un niño durante toda su vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Colabore. &lt;/span&gt;El espacio entre los que trabajan mano a mano está lleno de conflictos, roces, lucha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;entusiasmo, disfrute y vasto potencial creativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. ____________.&lt;/span&gt; Intencionadamente en blanco. Haga espacio para las ideas que aún no ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tenido, y para las ideas de otros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Trasnoche. &lt;/span&gt;Pueden pasar cosas muy extrañas cuando se ha llegado demasiado lejos, cuando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se ha dormido poco y trabajado mucho, y cuando se está aislado del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Trabaje la metáfora&lt;/span&gt;. Todo objeto tiene la capacidad de significar más allá de su apariencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trabaje en ese significado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Sea cauto al arriesgarse. &lt;/span&gt;El tiempo es genético. El presente es el hijo del pasado, y el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;padre del futuro. El trabajo de hoy creará su futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Repítase. &lt;/span&gt;Si le gusta, hágalo otra vez. Si no le gusta, hágalo otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Confeccione sus propias herramientas.&lt;/span&gt; Su hibridación puede crear algo único. Todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sus útiles, hasta los más simples, pueden conducir a lugares inexplorados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Súbase a los hombros de otro. &lt;/span&gt;Puede llegar más lejos aupado por los logros de los que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;le precedieron. Y las vistas son mucho mejores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Evite el software&lt;/span&gt;. El problema del software es que todo el mundo lo tiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. No limpie su mesa de trabajo.&lt;/span&gt; Por la mañana podría encontrar algo en lo que esta noche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no ha reparado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Olvídese de premios y concursos. &lt;/span&gt;Así de simple. No es bueno para usted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Lea sólo las páginas de la izquierda. &lt;/span&gt;Marshall McLuhan lo hacía. Si reducimos la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cantidad de información, dejamos espacio para lo que él llamaba “la mollera”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Fabrique nuevas palabra.&lt;/span&gt; Expanda su léxico. Las nuevas circunstancias requieren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;una nueva manera de pensar, que requerirá a su vez nuevas formas de expresión. Esta expresión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;genera nuevas circunstancias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Piense con la cabeza. &lt;/span&gt;Olvídese de la tecnología. La creatividad no depende de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ningún aparato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Organización=Libertad. &lt;/span&gt;Cualquier innovación auténtica en el diseño, o en cualquier otro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;campo, ocurre en un determinado contexto. Este contexto normalmente toma forma en la gestión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coordinada de una empresa. Por ejemplo, Frank Gehry es capaz de hacer Bilbao porque su estudio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;puede cumplir un presupuesto. Leonard Cohen llama al mito de la escisión entre creativos y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ejecutivos “una encantadora reliquia”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. No pida dinero prestado. &lt;/span&gt;De nuevo, un consejo de Frank Gehry. Mantendremos el control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;creativo mientras mantengamos el control financiero. No es precisamente ingeniería espacial, pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorprende lo difícil que es cumplir con esta disciplina, y cuántos no lo consiguen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Escuche atentamente. &lt;/span&gt;Cada colaborador que se acerca a nuestra órbita, lleva consigo un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mundo más extraño y complejo que el que nunca podremos imaginar. Si escuchamos al detalle la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sutileza de sus necesidades, deseos o ambiciones, su mundo formará parte del nuestro. Ninguno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de los dos volverá a ser el mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Haga excursiones.&lt;/span&gt; El ancho de banda del mundo supera el de su televisor, o el de Internet, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hasta el del más convincente entorno generado por ordenador, completamente envolvente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;interactivo y dinámicamente renderizado en tiempo real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Equivóquese más deprisa.&lt;/span&gt; No es idea mía, la tomé prestada, creo que de Andy Grove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Imite. &lt;/span&gt;No sea tímido. Intente acercarse tanto como pueda al original. Nunca lo conseguirá del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;todo, y la diferencia puede ser francamente notable. Basta con que miremos la versión de Richard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hamilton del gran vidrio de Marcel Duchamp, para darnos cuenta de lo subestimada, desacreditada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y fructífera que resulta la imitación como técnica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Huya.&lt;/span&gt; Cuando se le olvide la letra haga lo que Ella Fitzgerald: improvise algo, pero sin palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;37. Rompa, estire, retuerza, estruje, quiebre, doble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Explore el otro lado.&lt;/span&gt; Cuando evitamos trabajar con tecnología punta, ganamos en libertad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No podemos entrar del lado preponderante, estará ya más que pisoteado cuando lleguemos a él. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pruebe a usar la tecnología que los ciclos económicos han convertido en obsoleta, pero que aún &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;está llena de potencial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. A la hora del café, en el taxi, en los camerinos.&lt;/span&gt; A menudo el auténtico crecimiento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se da en lugares donde no lo buscamos, en los espacios intersticiales, lo que el Dr. Seuss llama “el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lugar de la espera”. Han Ulrich Obrist una vez organizó una serie de conferencias de arte y ciencia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;con toda la infraestructura necesaria: ponentes, charlas, recibimientos en el aeropuerto –pero sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;verdaderas conferencias. Aparentemente fue un enorme éxito, y desembocó en numerosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;colaboraciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Evite las parcelas. Salte las vallas. &lt;/span&gt;Las fronteras disciplinares y sus regímenes de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;control son intentos de domesticar la exuberante vida creativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Ría. &lt;/span&gt;La gente que visita nuestro estudio a menudo comenta cuánto reímos. Desde que me he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dado cuenta, lo uso como barómetro para medir lo cómodamente que nos expresamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Recuerde.&lt;/span&gt; El crecimiento sólo es posible como producto de la historia. Sin memoria, la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;innovación se vuelve mera novedad. La historia otorga al crecimiento una dirección. Pero la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;memoria nunca es perfecta. Cada recuerdo es una imagen compuesta o degradada de una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;situación o momento anterior. Por esto lo reconocemos como pasado y no presente. De este modo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cada recuerdo es siempre nuevo, una construcción parcial y diferente de su origen, y como tal, con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;potencial para el crecimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. El poder para el pueblo.&lt;/span&gt; El juego sólo puede darse si la gente siente que tiene control sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sus vidas. 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