<?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-4054806273849621177</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:12:46.902-03:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Los abrazos'/><category term='Dibujos'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><category term='Letras'/><category term='Mandalas'/><category term='el rincon de jossie'/><title type='text'>El libro de los abrazos</title><subtitle type='html'>Un abrazo tuyo no vendría nada mal... (Bersuit)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5183038014746915277</id><published>2009-10-27T12:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:31:17.201-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Feliz Cumple Evo</title><summary type='text'>La típica tradición boliviana de morder la torta durante el festejo terminó con la cara del presidente, que cumplió ayer 50 años, estampada en la crema. Evo Morales, que cumplió 50 años, fue agasajado poco antes de dirigir un discurso ante un grupo campesino en el altiplano paceño, según mostró el canal estatal de televisión. Cuando el mandatario se disponía a morder la torta, alguien que no pudo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5183038014746915277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5183038014746915277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5183038014746915277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5183038014746915277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-cumple-evo.html' title='Feliz Cumple Evo'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SucRMQi3btI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UOsdg49bitc/s72-c/evo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-7725495577983777068</id><published>2009-10-05T23:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:02:23.342-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandalas'/><title type='text'>Mandala para Jorge</title><summary type='text'>Hoy estuve trabajando un mandala para mi amigo Jorge, desde hace mucho  tiempo que pienso que podría hacer, llego como por arte de magia, por que así  son los colores, apareció, llenando con su fuerza mi espacio creador.  Primero apareció la semilla creadora  y se adueño del centro de su  universo, en forma de anillos dorados el padre-madre-hijo y el fuego protector de  los nuevos sueños. Querido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/7725495577983777068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=7725495577983777068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7725495577983777068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7725495577983777068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoy-estube-trabajando-un-mandala-para.html' title='Mandala para Jorge'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SsqvvN54OQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lSCST_0ZRaU/s72-c/mandala+jorge+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-4111979747988613343</id><published>2009-06-12T15:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:23:29.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiesta de los Abrazos del dia 10 y 11 de Enero, 2009 y en homenje a Ana González. Ana González perdió a su marido, a dos de sus hijos y una nuera durante el periodo de la dictadura fascista de Pinochet.La fuesta de los abrazos un encuentro fundado en los duros años 80, años de la reprecion pinochetista.Me gusta esta fieta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/4111979747988613343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=4111979747988613343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4111979747988613343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4111979747988613343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/06/fiesta-de-los-abrazos-del-dia-10-y-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjKkEZxVuzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Dp1_CO31OFE/s72-c/La+fiesta+de+los+abrazos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-2289739316303326679</id><published>2009-06-12T15:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:51:11.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Después del Abrazo</title><summary type='text'>Después del Abrazo Después del abrazoel mundo cae sobre nosotros.No moriremos sin embargo:nos salva la música.La de Mozart,y esa otra aún más bellade la sangre.En mi oído tu pechoes un caracol de sangre.Oigo el mundoy me sorprende tanta bellezacomo guarda.¿Dónde estábamos antes de esteinstanteantes de que la sangre fuera música?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/2289739316303326679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=2289739316303326679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2289739316303326679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2289739316303326679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/06/despues-del-abrazo.html' title='Después del Abrazo'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjKi1dtAXOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y1zOtdzQ2h4/s72-c/abrazos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-273170411282746411</id><published>2009-06-12T14:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:10:20.466-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Un abrazo colectivo a Benedetti</title><summary type='text'>Definitivamente hay abrazos que duelen. No me acostumbro a vivir sin el. Espero no hacerlo porque, aunque duele no tenerlo...lo tengo hasta siempreYo no te pidoYo no te pido que me bajesuna estrella azulsólo te pido que mi espaciollenes con tu luz.Yo no te pido que me firmesdiez papeles grises para amarsólo te pido que tú quieraslas palomas que suelo mirar.De lo pasado no lo voy a negarel futuro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/273170411282746411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=273170411282746411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/273170411282746411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/273170411282746411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-abrazo-colectivo-benedetti.html' title='Un abrazo colectivo a Benedetti'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjKXmCWgamI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mcCqv9Xs_1E/s72-c/2009-05-27_IMG_2009-05-20_00.21.49__1193097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5052596881860925497</id><published>2009-06-05T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:24:05.834-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandalas'/><title type='text'>los dias grises (video)</title><summary type='text'>Esta opcion esta musicalizada...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5052596881860925497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5052596881860925497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5052596881860925497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5052596881860925497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/06/los-dias-grises-video.html' title='los dias grises (video)'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-7746249906910196366</id><published>2009-06-03T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:42:11.961-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandalas'/><title type='text'>Los dias grises</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/7746249906910196366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=7746249906910196366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7746249906910196366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7746249906910196366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/06/los-dias-grises.html' title='Los dias grises'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-8139132300954780870</id><published>2009-05-18T00:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:54:08.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>abrazos cosmicos</title><summary type='text'>  Los abrazos, son como pequeños lazos que nos unen a nuestros amigos.A los que vamos conociendo a diario, a los que conocemos de siempre.Los abrazos esa muestra de afecto que nos sorprende y que nos dejara marcados para siempre.Algunos volveremos a darlos otros quedaran ahi plasmado para acompañarnos.Este es mi homenaje a todos los abrazos que se dieron en estos años de tropa.Gracias por los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/8139132300954780870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=8139132300954780870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8139132300954780870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8139132300954780870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/abrazos-cosmicos.html' title='abrazos cosmicos'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-8257706815579924585</id><published>2009-05-18T00:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:52:24.643-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Querido Mario</title><summary type='text'>Que tristeza más grande, intento escribir algo pero no se ni que decir.Mi  abuelito Mario ha estado conmigo desde que me acuerdo, con sus poesías cuando  era chiquita y recién aprendía a leer, y sólo me llamaba la atención la rima, ya  más grande con sus canciones musicadas por favero, en la adolescencia con sus  poemas de amor, sus cuentos ingeniosos, sus artículos "combativos" que me  ayudaban </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/8257706815579924585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=8257706815579924585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8257706815579924585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8257706815579924585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/querido-mario.html' title='Querido Mario'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/ShDQV36-kgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/85dQxb8Ngwg/s72-c/benedetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5270762616912578486</id><published>2009-05-15T22:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:18:53.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Lluvia abrazadora</title><summary type='text'>  Nuestra muy querida Alexandra  es tan tierna y dulce siempre da esos abrazos que dejan un calorcito muy especial...Se que faltan mucho de esos abrazos que solo ella sabe dar, pero son los que yo he recopilado. Si alguien tiene alguno mas me los envia y los agregamos.Gracias "lluviecita de cafe" por tanto cariño que nos regalas en esos apretujones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5270762616912578486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5270762616912578486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5270762616912578486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5270762616912578486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/lluvia-abrazadora.html' title='Lluvia abrazadora'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-8484823802102175203</id><published>2009-05-14T15:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:20:56.613-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el rincon de jossie'/><title type='text'>El regalo de la vida</title><summary type='text'>AMO A LA MADRE QUE ME TOCÓ Y LA ACEPTO TAL COMO ES O COMO FUE, LA BENDIGO POR EL REGALO PRECIOSO DE MI VIDA Y TODA CULPA O RESENTIMIENTO SE DISUELVEN... ¡Y ASÍ ES!     &lt;!--  /* start of attachment style */        .ygrp-photo-title{          clear: both;          font-size: smaller;          height: 15px;          overflow: hidden;          text-align: center;          width: 75px;        }</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/8484823802102175203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=8484823802102175203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8484823802102175203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/8484823802102175203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/amo-la-madre-que-me-toco-y-la-acepto.html' title='El regalo de la vida'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-3625568535385743826</id><published>2009-05-08T15:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:21:09.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>El abrazo de los hermanos</title><summary type='text'> Este es tal vez uno de los abrazos mas sentidos que he experimentado en mi vida. Fue en Barichara, monumento nacional, una pueblo de estructura arquitectónica del la Colonia. Allí estuve, con parte de mi familia, hermoso, porque tuve la oportunidad de abrazarlos, y soñar despierta. Pensé nuevamente, que la felicidad es de momento, que se debe aprovechar. Es posible que se de para todos, en un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/3625568535385743826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=3625568535385743826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3625568535385743826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3625568535385743826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/este-es-tal-vez-uno-de-los-abrazos-mas.html' title='El abrazo de los hermanos'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SgSRxQsm53I/AAAAAAAAATA/Vl4Z4Qmdh-8/s72-c/mis+hermanos+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-7924683789805527902</id><published>2009-05-08T00:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:21:21.595-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Rosario siempre estuvo cerca</title><summary type='text'>Un encuentro/reencuentro esperado!Jossie, yo(Diana), Clau, Ana.El aquelarre casi completo!Lindos momentos de alegría, música, risas y muchos abrazos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/7924683789805527902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=7924683789805527902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7924683789805527902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7924683789805527902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/rosario-siempre-estuvo-cerca.html' title='Rosario siempre estuvo cerca'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SgOiL75F46I/AAAAAAAAAj8/TqKj1VgM5WY/s72-c/100_0045+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-4729796695093602573</id><published>2009-05-06T22:07:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:01:35.839-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>El abrazo de las tias</title><summary type='text'>Les presento a mis tías... Mimi (Carmen Rosa) y Cande (Candelaria), son las hermanas menores de mi padre, las mismas cuenta con 86 y 95 años.Estas fotos las sacamos después de muchisimos años sin vernos, al menos a Mimi que ni siquiera la conocía, ya que de muy joven se fue vivir a Buenos Aires y no tuvimos la oportunidad de estar frente a frente hasta ese día, en El Calafate, 24 de marzo de 2007</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/4729796695093602573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=4729796695093602573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4729796695093602573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4729796695093602573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-abrazo-de-las-tias.html' title='El abrazo de las tias'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SgI07knHDPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2PRtXf-tVIw/s72-c/mis+tias1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-165054118108890511</id><published>2009-05-06T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:05:46.078-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CronopiandoEl fracaso de “Dios”Koldo Campos SagasetaLa vaca nos da su leche, la oveja nos da su lana, el árbol nos da su madera… son algunas de las primeras cosas que aprendemos en la escuela o en la casa. En su infinita generosidad la naturaleza parece haber dispuesto que todo lo que exista le sea dado al “hombre”.Y, sin embargo, nunca he visto a una vaca que se ordeñe y entregue su leche al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/165054118108890511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=165054118108890511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/165054118108890511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/165054118108890511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/cronopiando-el-fracaso-de-dios-koldo.html' title=''/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5326070281213987020</id><published>2009-05-06T00:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:33:26.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dibujos'/><title type='text'>El arte de Elsy María</title><summary type='text'>             </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5326070281213987020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5326070281213987020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Cuando compre un espejo para el baño...</title><summary type='text'>Cuando compre un espejo para el bañovoy a verme la caravoy a vermepues qué otra manera hay decímequé otra manera de saber quién soy.Cada vez que desprenda la cabezadel fárrago de libros y de hojasy que la lleve hueca atiborraday la deje en reposo allí un momentola miraré a los ojos con un pocode ansiedad de curiosidad de miedoo sólo con cansancio con hastíocon la vieja amistad correspondienteo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/3476371005650850836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=3476371005650850836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3476371005650850836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3476371005650850836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-compre-un-espejo-para-el-bano.html' title='Cuando compre un espejo para el baño...'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-3516967747560705879</id><published>2009-05-05T15:14:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:22:11.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Nosotros</title><summary type='text'>Dicen que hemos faltado a nuestra cita con la Historia, y hay  que reconocer que nosotros llegamos tarde a todas las citas.Tampoco hemos  podido tomar el poder, y la verdad es que siempre nos perdemos por el camino o nos equivocamos de dirección, y después nos echamos un largo discurso  sobre el tema.Los latinoamericanos tenemos una jodida fama de charlatanes,  vagabundos, buscabroncas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/3516967747560705879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=3516967747560705879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3516967747560705879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3516967747560705879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/nosotros.html' title='Nosotros'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SgCD0GhOpEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ay0K-L4eQug/s72-c/brp-004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-6677565240462770295</id><published>2009-05-04T23:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:37:23.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el rincon de jossie'/><title type='text'>Mi cajita de cristal</title><summary type='text'>La amistad es una cajita de  cristal. Pequeña, transparente, donde  guardas allí dentro todos tus pensamientos, ideas, cariño y amor.Un cristal fino donde te reflejas. Material en el que están hechos tus sueños. Son porciones de tu corazón que intentas que no se rayen nunca.  Un amigo es más que una persona. Algo que no es físico, algo que siempre llevas. Es eso que recoges por el camino y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/6677565240462770295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=6677565240462770295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6677565240462770295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6677565240462770295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-cajita-de-cristal.html' title='Mi cajita de cristal'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-1396779802884512422</id><published>2009-05-02T18:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:52:45.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Leyenda El Calafate</title><summary type='text'>                                                         Los bosques de ñires, lengas y coihues comienzan a tomar un tono característico, anunciando el otoño y dando a los árboles una gama multicolor, desde el rojo intenso pasando por los matices del dorado y anaranjado. Esta transformación se viene repitiendo año tras año desde épocas inmemoriales. En este paisaje vivían los tehuelches, dueños </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/1396779802884512422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=1396779802884512422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1396779802884512422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1396779802884512422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/05/leyenda-el-calafate.html' title='Leyenda El Calafate'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5466605512048292329</id><published>2009-04-30T00:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:03:10.602-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>La bomba etílica</title><summary type='text'>Más poderosa que la bomba atómica, más devastadora que la bomba de neutrones. La bomba etílica es el arma de destrucción masiva que ha causado más muertos en toda la historia de la humanidad. Es tan eficaz que las propias víctimas son las encargadas de hacerse el harakiri.En nuestra cultura occidental el alcohol es uno de los productos favoritos de la canasta familiar. Ante la tristeza, la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5466605512048292329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5466605512048292329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5466605512048292329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5466605512048292329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-bomba-etilica.html' title='La bomba etílica'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SfkeWDGypnI/AAAAAAAAASY/FQ9xU5y59Hk/s72-c/borrachos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-4968439385010252936</id><published>2009-04-29T23:00:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:02:40.344-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>Combatir el machismo desde adentro</title><summary type='text'>Por:Mandeep DhillonLas Mujeres Creando Comunidad de Bolivia usan el ejemplo de un cuerpo integral para explicar el concepto del feminismo y su importancia en nuestras comunidades –cuales sean: el pueblo, el barrio o el colectivo. Dicen que el cuerpo entero representa a la comunidad. La mitad es la fuerza, la sabiduría, y las capacidades de los varones de la comunidad. La otra mitad está hecha por</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/4968439385010252936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=4968439385010252936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4968439385010252936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4968439385010252936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/04/combatir-el-machismo-desde-adentro.html' title='Combatir el machismo desde adentro'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SfkRk-5au1I/AAAAAAAAASI/27hPent8Wds/s72-c/41QCA14VVFCCA0XGB4DCAA1UQDYCAA0SGWRCA130NBLCA7YOIZPCAWO8R19CAAKRHE5CAUCIRF0CA0YW5NBCA1PIFSPCAI0AIA3CAGHSASGCA4D1EUQCANBAX41CAYVLDAFCAJVYRG1CA3I5SE0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-8873396821161206469</id><published>2009-04-29T22:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:45:03.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>¡Cómo no compartir éste abrazo!</title><summary type='text'>de Santiago y de Pablo, hermanos y sobrinos amorosos...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SfkAwI7GKJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vh0ONf2Tis8/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-6838170501831359403</id><published>2009-04-29T00:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:59:23.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandalas'/><title type='text'>Los colores del alma</title><summary type='text'>Desde siempre me han gustado los colores, a quien no?Solo que nunca tuve la habilidad de poder expresarme a través de ellos.Pero en casa siempre hubo cajas de lápices que utilizábamos pintando figuras predeterminadas.En los últimos años de mi madre cuando sus manos afectadas por la artrosis ya no podían hacer esos hermosos tejidos que hizo toda su vida, empezamos a abusar de los colores en libros</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/6838170501831359403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=6838170501831359403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6838170501831359403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6838170501831359403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2009/04/los-colores-del-alma.html' title='Los colores del alma'/><author><name>Jossie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08777985451499924013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVGYgLN0i78/SdQmjApSy8I/AAAAAAAAASk/pn4VXBq3yFU/S220/piguinamatera1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-9100865904870470408</id><published>2006-12-05T21:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:06:03.847-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>El amor de los abuelos y del nieto</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/9100865904870470408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=9100865904870470408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/9100865904870470408'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Un mundo mejor para todos</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/1281937148314786606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=1281937148314786606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1281937148314786606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1281937148314786606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/12/un-mundo-mejor-para-todos.html' title='Un mundo mejor para todos'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/RXYTi_6eLsI/AAAAAAAAABI/Hl1slzVNqy4/s72-c/File_17349%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-7997031611070312732</id><published>2006-11-10T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:22:55.726-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>Porqué debemos pagarle a los Estados Unidos la factura del psiquiatra</title><summary type='text'>CronopiandoPorqué debemos pagarle a Estados Unidos la factura del psiquiatra Koldo  Muchas y notables son las carencias de la sociedad estadounidense. Y me sumo a quienes vienen insistiendo en la necesidad de presidentes, obviamente, distintos a los ejemplares en uso. No siendo los Estados Unidos un régimen dictatorial no hay razón para que, a lo largo de su historia, todos sus presidentes hayan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/7997031611070312732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=7997031611070312732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7997031611070312732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7997031611070312732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/porqu-debemos-pagarle-los-estados.html' title='Porqué debemos pagarle a los Estados Unidos la factura del psiquiatra'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-2938079472684483670</id><published>2006-11-09T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:36:38.972-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>El odio</title><summary type='text'>Pinochet: Busca en tu asco y en tu asfixia. Busca en tu rencor, en tu envidia, en tu ira. Allí estan, Salvador Allende, Victor Jara y tanto chilenos, victimas de tu regimen fascista.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/2938079472684483670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=2938079472684483670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2938079472684483670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2938079472684483670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-odio.html' title='El odio'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-1156437711786016090</id><published>2006-11-09T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:26:15.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Vladi: El Lagarto cara e poto</title><summary type='text'>Aunque se desaparezca, aunque no nos pesque, aunque aunque aunque....Cuanta nostalgia esta foto!!!!él sabe que siempre estamos, y que lo queremos... sus "lagartijas" como nos llama.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/1156437711786016090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=1156437711786016090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1156437711786016090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/1156437711786016090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/vladi-el-lagarto-cara-e-poto.html' title='Vladi: El Lagarto cara e poto'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-3957296761400232510</id><published>2006-11-09T15:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:02:55.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>En La Habana</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/3957296761400232510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=3957296761400232510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3957296761400232510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3957296761400232510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/elsy.html' title='En La Habana'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-2343501845842310512</id><published>2006-11-08T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:46:31.557-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los abrazos'/><title type='text'>Los abrazos y los afectos</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/2343501845842310512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=2343501845842310512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2343501845842310512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/2343501845842310512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/los-abrazos-y-los-afectos.html' title='Los abrazos y los afectos'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-6830254574867977548</id><published>2006-11-06T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:28:31.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>La histeria</title><summary type='text'>Loco, atormentado, pero ante todo un genio creador</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/6830254574867977548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=6830254574867977548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6830254574867977548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6830254574867977548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-histeria.html' title='La histeria'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-3485184978017921567</id><published>2006-11-06T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:17:26.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>El cantar que llevo dentro</title><summary type='text'>El cantar que llevo dentroLa ría,las gaviotas,y este cuelo azul patagónico infinitocamina por mi sangre como un grito,hasta creer en estas pequeñas cosasque me nacen, despacio,como un parto,vigorosas y fuertescomo la raíz misma de mis matas,de mis pastos,mansas como el rebaño.Esta vivencia telúrica,este crecer en mi sur y su gente,este andar sus caminos y su tiempo,este cantar que llevo dentro,me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/3485184978017921567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=3485184978017921567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3485184978017921567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/3485184978017921567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-cantar-que-llevo-dentro.html' title='El cantar que llevo dentro'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-7432895965464619787</id><published>2006-11-06T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:29:56.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buen viaje Jossie</title><summary type='text'> A mi amiga, Jossie, quien parte mañana 7 de noviembre de el 2006, para Estados Unidos a visita a su hija y a sus nietos, a quienes no ve hace mucho tiempo. Va unos poemas de Flora Rodríguez Lofredo poeta, de su pueblo Río Gallegos. Manera de despedirme de ella, por unos días, y desearle buena vuelta, a su tierraMi tierrami tierra es la tierra de mis huesos,la que andaré en distanciasmarchando en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/7432895965464619787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=7432895965464619787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7432895965464619787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/7432895965464619787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/buen-viaje-jossie.html' title='Buen viaje Jossie'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5821428621843045753</id><published>2006-11-06T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:35:51.156-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A pesar de usted</title><summary type='text'>A Pesar de Usted (Chico Buarque)Que mañana será otro día...Hoy es usted el que manda,lo dijo, está dicho,es sin discusión, ¿no?Toda mi gente hoy andahablando bajitomirando en el rincón, ¿vio?Usted que inventó ese estadoe inventó el inventartoda la oscuridad.Usted que inventó el pecadoolvidose de inventarel perdón.A pesar de ustedmañana ha de serotro día.Yo quisiera saberdónde se va a esconderde </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5821428621843045753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5821428621843045753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5821428621843045753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5821428621843045753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/11/pesar-de-usted-chico-buarque-que-maana.html' title='A pesar de usted'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-4733307095755419913</id><published>2006-10-24T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:42:02.320-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El por que de nuestras cosas'/><title type='text'>La desnudez</title><summary type='text'>El sueño de hallarnos desnudos o mal vestidos ante personas extrañas suele surgir también sin que durante él experimentemos sentimiento alguno de vergüenza o embarazo. Pero cuando nos interesa es cuando trae consigo tales sentimientos y queremos huir o escondernos, siendo entonces atacados por aquella singular parálisis que nos impide realizar movimiento alguno, dejándonos impotentes para poner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/4733307095755419913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=4733307095755419913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4733307095755419913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/4733307095755419913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-desnudez.html' title='La desnudez'/><author><name>Suenan timbres</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHlX8DK-c-E/SjG3WUJ1YHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kLBzyVQ6MLU/S220/luis+vidales+dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-6121671487840937749</id><published>2006-10-24T04:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:21:52.677-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tu Estrella - Raly Barrionuevo</title><summary type='text'>Descargarla aca:Tu  estrellaSe contará tu historia,tu historia no oficial.la  historia de tus manos,el verbo de tu realidad.Se nombrará tu  lengua,tu espíritu de amor.La estrella de tu frente,el fuego de tu  corazón.Y un grito reveladote hará resucitaren rostros  campesinos,en bocas que sangran verdad.No hay muerte que  resistaa tanta claridad.no hay muerte compañeroque apague tu  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/6121671487840937749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=6121671487840937749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6121671487840937749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/6121671487840937749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/10/tu-estrella-raly-barrionuevo.html' title='Tu Estrella - Raly Barrionuevo'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054806273849621177.post-5156060935400315280</id><published>2006-10-24T02:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:36:57.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Ha pasado que todo se convierte en palabras... Silvio</title><summary type='text'>Había una vez una palabraredonda, entera, brillante.Adentro de la  palabra estaba el mundo.Y en el mundo estábamos nosotros,diciéndonos  palabras.Graciela MontesPROCESOLas palabras más simples, más comuneslas de andar por casa y dar a cambioen lengua de otro mundo se convierten:basta que, de sol, los ojos del poeta,rasando, las iluminen.José Saramago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/feeds/5156060935400315280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4054806273849621177&amp;postID=5156060935400315280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5156060935400315280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054806273849621177/posts/default/5156060935400315280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trovandando.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha-pasado-que-todo-se-convierte-en.html' title='Ha pasado que todo se convierte en palabras... Silvio'/><author><name>Colibrí</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238274357071246472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7y-gnc5Cs/SffIUv6-nKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/k6RNwc59fpo/S220/Imagen003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
