tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61711205369876505952012-01-31T09:59:28.650+01:00filosofía con imaginación y poesía de la razón. Pensamientos visuales. Aforismos ,ideas,impresiones y reflexiones.maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-39392334816986970702012-01-05T14:43:00.000+01:002012-01-05T14:43:05.015+01:00Una sonrisa de la naturaleza<br />Una esperanza creadora<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykcjs6yXavI/TwWovu2uc8I/AAAAAAAAANc/nQcuC0aqSNA/s1600/La+melancoli%25CC%2581a+de+J.Ramo%25CC%2581n+Jimenez.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykcjs6yXavI/TwWovu2uc8I/AAAAAAAAANc/nQcuC0aqSNA/s320/La+melancoli%25CC%2581a+de+J.Ramo%25CC%2581n+Jimenez.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Armonias doradas que placen desinteresadamente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-3939233481698697070?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-74035630586340226852011-12-15T08:59:00.000+01:002011-12-15T08:59:44.806+01:00<a href="http://www.efti.org/es/galeria/maria-jose-revuelta-solana/memoria-blanca#.TumoXfBH3lo.blogger">Memoria blanca | EFTI | Network</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-7403563058634022685?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-76848174566055816582011-11-04T18:06:00.002+01:002011-11-04T18:17:38.915+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEoM0ekZZng/TrQeIlZKicI/AAAAAAAAANQ/raHwWK860o4/s1600/_MG_2890.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEoM0ekZZng/TrQeIlZKicI/AAAAAAAAANQ/raHwWK860o4/s320/_MG_2890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671190963591743938" /></a><br />Mi buen amigo ...¿no te avergüenza andar preocupado por el dinero y por conseguir lo más que puedas , y por el honor y la fama , descuidando y abandonando la sabiduria y la verdad y tu psyche , y la manera de hacerla lo mejor posible?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-7684817456605581658?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-29169956450357126752011-09-29T19:22:00.001+02:002011-09-29T19:23:28.609+02:00<a href="http://www.efti.org/es/galeria/maria-jose-revuelta-solana/yo-ello-super-yo#.ToSpA0l-LPQ.blogger">YO , ELLO , SUPER-YO | EFTI | Network</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2916995645035712675?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-935778141366054132011-09-15T19:22:00.002+02:002011-09-15T19:28:18.841+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_Gqrs83q78/TnI1pZtPiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ysqdib28Aew/s1600/_MG_5276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_Gqrs83q78/TnI1pZtPiDI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ysqdib28Aew/s320/_MG_5276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652639467694950450" /></a><br />Río del tiempo ,enigma del cambio.<div>Agua incansable que baña nuestro devenir.</div><div>Nunca te bañaras en el mismo río.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-93577814136605413?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-81768810266511327672011-08-16T19:53:00.002+02:002011-08-16T20:03:01.648+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRFG-4TyFWI/TkqwucTsR0I/AAAAAAAAANA/tvEBuzm1kxg/s1600/travesia1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641515795154224962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRFG-4TyFWI/TkqwucTsR0I/AAAAAAAAANA/tvEBuzm1kxg/s320/travesia1.JPG" /></a> <br /> <br /><div>Apostado en la orilla , contempla aliviado, la desdicha ajena.</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>natural egoísmo que nos hace olvidar ,lo que Pascal recuerda :</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>¡ Todos estamos embarcados !</div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-8176881026651132767?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-57120222622589236192011-07-22T09:59:00.003+02:002011-07-22T10:18:00.502+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfCR_BgAbQ/Tikx9xo9L_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/N_WUoFYUqxc/s1600/_MG_2272.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632087746370416626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfCR_BgAbQ/Tikx9xo9L_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/N_WUoFYUqxc/s320/_MG_2272.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Tender a creer que lo que vemos es real y verdadero.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Inmaculada percepción , la llama Nietzsche.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>No debemos olvidar que el universo necesita la iluminación de la conciencia,la ley que dicta nuestro punto de vista para ser universo y no ser mancha.......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5712022262258923619?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-21251774931893349412011-06-08T08:27:00.002+02:002011-06-08T08:37:26.543+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkrlwRCv2sc/Te8YlZKAn9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/H_g543RVQY4/s1600/_MG_6808.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615734291041394642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkrlwRCv2sc/Te8YlZKAn9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/H_g543RVQY4/s320/_MG_6808.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Yo debo , dice el camello , que aguanta , carga y obedece.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Yo quiero , dice el león , que protesta , critica y se rebela.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Yo creo , dice el niño , que jugando libremente CREA.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2125177493189334941?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-671357236543982422011-05-14T10:13:00.002+02:002011-05-14T10:21:36.147+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YInrM0dKD50/Tc47gKk9NdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M8ueAx0sFQQ/s1600/tendal.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606484009904059858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YInrM0dKD50/Tc47gKk9NdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M8ueAx0sFQQ/s320/tendal.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Azar de estar -necesidad de ser</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Azar de preguntar-necesidad de responder</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Azar de conocer-necesidad de experimentar</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Azar de vivir-necesidad de explicar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-67135723654398242?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-59943176694543238882011-04-21T10:37:00.002+02:002011-04-21T10:43:45.349+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKD6KLCEGSw/Ta_uLG4x3LI/AAAAAAAAAMU/k4Snldr5FYg/s1600/IMG_4967.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597954736439549106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKD6KLCEGSw/Ta_uLG4x3LI/AAAAAAAAAMU/k4Snldr5FYg/s320/IMG_4967.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Caminar por la naturaleza sólo requiere :</div><br /><br /><br /><div>tiempo , libertad e independencia.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>" Láncense a la hierba . Ya han comido heno demasiado tiempo.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Llegó la primavera con su verde cosecha "</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5994317669454323888?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-28764856823751999162011-03-26T10:16:00.000+01:002011-03-26T10:25:23.382+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzHs-K8xSGQ/TY2w88gkQJI/AAAAAAAAAME/5VKebequxWQ/s1600/wabi%2Bsabi.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588317273718014098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzHs-K8xSGQ/TY2w88gkQJI/AAAAAAAAAME/5VKebequxWQ/s320/wabi%2Bsabi.JPG" /></a><br /><div>- Todas las cosas son mudables ...hacia la nada</div><br /><div>- Todas las cosas son imperfectas...tienen defectos</div><br /><div>- Todas las cosas son incompletas...perpetua transformación.</div><br /><div>( del libro de leonard koren )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2876485682375199916?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-29154578715588875112011-03-03T11:50:00.000+01:002011-03-03T11:56:06.096+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4m0FOsw71A/TW9zu0LtsPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ynIjA3ehkpw/s1600/Arbol%2B%252C%2Bcasa%2B%252C%2Bnube.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579805711454286066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4m0FOsw71A/TW9zu0LtsPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ynIjA3ehkpw/s320/Arbol%2B%252C%2Bcasa%2B%252C%2Bnube.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Construir , habitar , pensar.</div><br /><div>Casa , árbol , nube </div><br /><div>Arbol , casa , nube</div><br /><div>Nube , árbol , casa</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2915457871558887511?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-41292870735015510192011-02-05T10:11:00.000+01:002011-02-05T10:28:15.326+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TU0YIqwuWvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sSD2pyRTqAQ/s1600/IMG_3411_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570134851323845362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TU0YIqwuWvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sSD2pyRTqAQ/s320/IMG_3411_1.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Antagonismo de nuestra naturaleza, sentencia kant.</div><br /><div>El hombre tiene una tendencia a socializarse , porque así ,</div><br /><div>siente más su condición de hombre. Pero también tiene una </div><br /><div>fuerte inclinación a aislarse porque encuentra en sí mismo la insociable cualidad de doblegar todo a su mero capricho.........</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-4129287073501551019?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-15379247578695459382011-01-16T10:40:00.000+01:002011-01-16T10:56:25.486+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TTLAvH-IFZI/AAAAAAAAALo/u9Aifei1dEU/s1600/incertidumbre.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562720405581993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TTLAvH-IFZI/AAAAAAAAALo/u9Aifei1dEU/s320/incertidumbre.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Somos particulas sin trayectoria definida. </div><br /><br /><div>Ciencia exacta para mundos posibles.</div><br /><br /><div>Aceptar la incertidumbre es comprender la vida</div><br /><br /><div>que late en una constante inestabilidad..........</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1537924757869545938?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-24796540945045915572010-12-19T09:43:00.000+01:002010-12-19T10:04:52.810+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TQ3IYt22UEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZV6Uej_-B4U/s1600/angel+caido.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552314242569752642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TQ3IYt22UEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZV6Uej_-B4U/s320/angel%2Bcaido.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No renunciemos a buscar lo inesperado</div><br /><div>A hacer visible lo invisible.</div><div> </div><div>¡No cansarse de hacer volar la imaginación !</div><div> </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2479654094504591557?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-65689532297143654432010-12-05T11:27:00.000+01:002010-12-05T11:32:21.128+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TPtqHM7Eh0I/AAAAAAAAALA/2xbsX3VYTus/s1600/existencialista.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547144037997512514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TPtqHM7Eh0I/AAAAAAAAALA/2xbsX3VYTus/s320/existencialista.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En el letargo invernal </div><br /><div>el ladrido del perro en el umbral</div><br /><div>nos recuerda que aún estamos vivos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6568953229714365443?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-198673376982800762010-11-06T11:47:00.000+01:002010-11-06T11:55:06.713+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TNUz_KVwUDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZNN7e-46z1E/s1600/al+alba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536388477122269234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TNUz_KVwUDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZNN7e-46z1E/s320/al+alba.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Se abre el día con ruido bíblico de ganados, de tierras tundidas, de aguas."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>" El pensamiento es un arroyo corriendo por asperezas, por suavidades, </div><br /><div>por pendientes y valles "</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-19867337698280076?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-72341044739309401142010-10-09T12:46:00.000+02:002010-10-09T12:52:08.394+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TLBJIYmj2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oyX4B1pjiPs/s1600/oto%C3%B1o+bob.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525997151175563266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TLBJIYmj2AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oyX4B1pjiPs/s320/oto%C3%B1o+bob.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La respuesta está en el viento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-7234104473930940114?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-7249681808645397412010-09-18T12:48:00.000+02:002010-09-18T12:54:32.961+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TJSaDBSGd4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7VgxJk5asuk/s1600/harmonia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518204820110342018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TJSaDBSGd4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7VgxJk5asuk/s320/harmonia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Somos naturaleza emparentada</div><br /><div>por el orden y el límite.</div><br /><div>Si nos olvidamos de la proporción</div><br /><div>perdemos la afinación.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-724968180864539741?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-8350938033104752962010-08-29T20:04:00.000+02:002010-08-29T20:13:59.623+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/THqjLFDyo9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dLRakUIhGKc/s1600/aire.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510896504773190610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/THqjLFDyo9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dLRakUIhGKc/s320/aire.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ver por primera vez,</div><br /><div>olvidar lo aprendido.</div><br /><div>Lucidez del loco que no recuerda</div><br /><div>costumbres ni leyes.</div><br /><div>Purificar el mundo y la mente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-835093803310475296?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-45553261570680269782010-07-04T12:02:00.000+02:002010-07-04T12:06:17.270+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TDBcyDzMoQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r2EKfywKUbM/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489989960847892738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TDBcyDzMoQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r2EKfywKUbM/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-4555326157068026978?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-61079235101177508682010-06-05T09:30:00.000+02:002010-06-05T09:40:46.195+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TAn_VhnI4gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wX3_tv1qY5s/s1600/Eolo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479191166937784834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/TAn_VhnI4gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wX3_tv1qY5s/s320/Eolo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ser presa del aire, para liberar tensiones.</div><br /><div>Desplegar alas , tener razones.</div><br /><div>Atravesar nubes, tener visiones.</div><br /><div>Vientos de pájaros, pensamientos vagabundos....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6107923510117750868?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-24481464132404615492010-05-16T19:58:00.000+02:002010-05-16T20:14:05.075+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S_A11B-wdAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FYprcHfSOho/s1600/jardin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471932732436149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S_A11B-wdAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FYprcHfSOho/s320/jardin.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Entrada libre para curar temores y temblores.Huerto ecológico que alimenta en cuerpo y alma.</div><br /><div>Cultivar amistades y flores , sembrar verduras y sabidurias.</div><br /><div>Epicuro nos da recetas: " al dios no hay que temer, la muerte es insensible, el bien es fácil de procurar, el mal es fácil de soportar ".</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2448146413240461549?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-92170582704827170422010-04-10T14:59:00.000+02:002010-04-10T15:05:43.633+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S8B3mo7WuJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n3py5I9-hEc/s1600/flor+de+pie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458494254078146706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S8B3mo7WuJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n3py5I9-hEc/s320/flor+de+pie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>" Uno tiene que ser tan cercano a flores , yerbas y mariposas como un niño ,</div><br /><div>que no alcanza mucho más que ellas " Nietzsche</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-9217058270482717042?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-60174012233736113672010-03-13T11:31:00.000+01:002010-03-13T11:40:46.103+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S5trnsrPJII/AAAAAAAAAIs/3RLaw0CWmC8/s1600-h/nathual.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448066503986324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S5trnsrPJII/AAAAAAAAAIs/3RLaw0CWmC8/s320/nathual.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Como una pintura </div><br /><div>nos iremos borrando</div><br /><div>Como una flor </div><br /><div>nos iremos secando </div><br /><div>aquí sobre la tierra.</div><br /><div>La tierra es la región del momento fugaz.</div><br /><div>MA OC ON NENTLAMATI</div><br /><div>IN TOYOLLO.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6017401223373611367?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-5788103163216475482010-02-14T10:11:00.000+01:002010-02-14T10:27:03.849+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S3fB1X5uElI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QsGsyxV37yo/s1600-h/casa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438028197766500946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S3fB1X5uElI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QsGsyxV37yo/s320/casa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La casa es nuestro rincón del mundo, observa G. Bachelard.</div><br /><div>Centros de Tedio, Centros de soledad,Centros de ensueños.</div><br /><div>Un estado del alma, un invierno largo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-578810316321647548?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-29069937164619756812010-01-09T22:19:00.000+01:002010-01-09T22:22:05.385+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S0jzXpxhlsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mbDTQNFSeOQ/s1600-h/ara%C3%B1a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424853338843879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/S0jzXpxhlsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mbDTQNFSeOQ/s320/ara%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2906993716461975681?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-23942534889541947442009-12-12T12:10:00.000+01:002009-12-12T12:18:16.030+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SyN76vlpHpI/AAAAAAAAAII/SJkDQ6levo0/s1600-h/por+la+boca.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414307426166447762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SyN76vlpHpI/AAAAAAAAAII/SJkDQ6levo0/s320/por+la+boca.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En el país de Jauja el consumo es el Rey.</div><br /><div>Peregrinaje al centro comercial: Necesidades en bandeja, deseos catalogados,ilusiones empaquetadas. Letanías que adormecen , anestesiannnn.Comprar y cantarrr</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2394253488954194744?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-68426266888788146142009-11-07T08:58:00.000+01:002009-11-07T09:10:41.766+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SvUrM0l3C9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-HUv7gvFbaQ/s1600-h/gota+a+gota.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401270827376643026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SvUrM0l3C9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-HUv7gvFbaQ/s320/gota+a+gota.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Las mónadas son los verdaderos átomos de la naturaleza, los elementos de las cosas. No tienen forma, no tienen comienzo , ni fin; son individuales. </div><br /><div>" Cada mónada es un espejo viviente , capaz de actividad interior , representa el universo desde su punto de vista ".</div><br /><div>DOS GOTAS , DOS UNIVERSOS </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6842626688878814614?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-15998366669246094412009-10-17T10:16:00.000+02:002009-10-17T10:32:17.690+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/StmBAdwEdCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ssoWllP2TF8/s1600-h/rizomas.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393483873739109410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/StmBAdwEdCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ssoWllP2TF8/s320/rizomas.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Somos como la hierba :hemos hecho del mundo , de todo el mundo , un devenir , porque hemos hecho un mundo necesariamente comunicante. Crecimiento horizontal.Borrarse y experimentar.Circularrrrrrrr</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1599836666924609441?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-77915604762787666702009-09-10T13:07:00.000+02:002009-09-10T13:21:03.622+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sqjg9ptA6pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1cBxiNOi1-4/s1600-h/nocturno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379797104665356946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sqjg9ptA6pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1cBxiNOi1-4/s320/nocturno.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La vida se libera a la sombra del sueño, cuando nacen las verdades que no se cuentan porque se sienten.</div><br /><div>Horas de misterio , travesias imaginarias para combatir el sopor del mediodía.</div><br /><div>Aprender a ver en la oscuridad.......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-7791560476278766670?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-80681265970196894292009-08-04T20:42:00.000+02:002009-08-04T21:11:03.352+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SniF3MeP4-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PlZWRolhMzY/s1600-h/iluminacion.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366186139299341282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SniF3MeP4-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PlZWRolhMzY/s320/iluminacion.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El sol enciende las piedras, achicharra las voces, derrite las sombras. </div><br /><div>La tarde castellana es un sueño largo y dorado.</div><br /><div>Arde la tierra y el horizonte se emborrona de polvo y ceniza.</div><br /><div>En cualquier momento ,exclamaría Garcia Lorca , aparecerá un Cid de ensueño</div><div> </div><div>sosteniendo vuestras piedras, ayudándoos a afrontar los dragones fieros de la destrucción.</div><div> </div><div>El alma viajera que pasa por vuestros muros sin contemplaros , no sabe la infinita grandeza </div><div> </div><div>filosófica que encerrais, sentenciaba el poeta.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-8068126597019689429?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-17281281072935351762009-07-02T20:03:00.000+02:002009-07-02T20:20:56.076+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Skz6em2tc_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/X6aIQGb3W0g/s1600-h/malas+hierbas.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353929460769715186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Skz6em2tc_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/X6aIQGb3W0g/s320/malas+hierbas.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Levantar una reja, una verja.</div><br /><br /><div>poner puertas al campo.</div><br /><br /><div>Matorrales domesticados, Cielo enrejado.</div><br /><br /><div>El perro ladra y el coche canta.</div><br /><br /><div>Trinar y ladrar , </div><br /><br /><div>sones para una tarde de pueblo sin pueblo.</div><br /><br /><div>Vivir al margen, a las afueras;</div><br /><br /><div>los hierros sufren el acoso de las malas hierbas,</div><br /><br /><div>los pájaros se apostan en trapecios sin redes</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1728128107293535176?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-3680875732336233642009-06-06T11:26:00.000+02:002009-06-06T11:46:59.933+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sio7Cdvu6xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mZP1lMvPG9s/s1600-h/victoria.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344148821359127314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sio7Cdvu6xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mZP1lMvPG9s/s320/victoria.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El árbol es<br />nosotros imaginamos el ser .<br />El árbol vive<br />nosotros planeamos la vida.<br />Oscila la realidad<br />en las mentes pensantes.<br />Galileo me presta el telescopio<br />Descartes duda del mundo<br />Óptica del saber<br />Espejo de verdades.<br />Esquizofrenia de la modernidad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-368087573233623364?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-46184634871027218842009-05-01T10:49:00.000+02:002009-05-01T11:09:50.239+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sfq8UEBRuGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nH3pRN5wHG0/s1600-h/madre.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330780161808906338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sfq8UEBRuGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nH3pRN5wHG0/s320/madre.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fué un río , que murió en la mar.</div><br /><div>Tu vida creó mi vida , que acabará en el mismo mar..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tu recuerdo permanece en la montaña que siempre mira a la mar. TAS !</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-4618463487102721884?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-11123164012914603682009-04-06T19:40:00.000+02:002009-04-06T20:00:44.874+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SdpDPu467mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uWFV1AnxtwA/s1600-h/inteligencia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321639847255535202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SdpDPu467mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uWFV1AnxtwA/s320/inteligencia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Maurice Maeterlinck nos invita a reparar en el sugerente mundo de las flores . </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cuando la flor hizo su aparición en la tierra, no había en torno de ella ningún modelo que poder imitar ; tuvo que inventarlo todo .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>La flor da al hombre un prodigioso ejemplo de insumisión , de valor , de perseverancia y de ingeniosidad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Se rebela contra su inmovilidad , escapar por arriba a la fatalidad de abajo , quebrantar la pesada y sombría ley...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1112316401291460368?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-71112445244549291272009-03-15T17:07:00.000+01:002009-03-15T17:17:13.895+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sb0p-INb-II/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9lt-R0Eb4EE/s1600-h/rayuela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313449282699524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/Sb0p-INb-II/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9lt-R0Eb4EE/s320/rayuela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Idealizamos el mundo para poder gobernarlo ,ordenarlo,nombrarlo ,valorarlo...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Saltar peldaños</div><br /><div>sumar nùmeros , superar niveles, coleccionar cursos ,</div><br /><div>conquistar clases, para situarnos el uno frente al otro.</div><br /><div>Mundos posibles por recorrer. ¡ A jugar !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-7111244524454929127?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-39205758548430104892009-02-07T11:01:00.000+01:002009-02-07T11:06:31.804+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SY1dFBDw_mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SxU3inYKAB4/s1600-h/mesa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299994677249900130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SY1dFBDw_mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SxU3inYKAB4/s320/mesa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La realidad se esfumó en un álbum de fotos.</div><br /><div>Presente nostálgico....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-3920575854843010489?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-58110526874787735402009-01-11T18:46:00.000+01:002009-01-11T18:51:23.278+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SWoxhvNeosI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FoMjT0ZIxNM/s1600-h/_MG_3873.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290095167978513090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SWoxhvNeosI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FoMjT0ZIxNM/s320/_MG_3873.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ya pudiera , la nieve , borrar nuestros errores,</div><br /><div>curar nuestras estúpidas decisiones.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5811052687478773540?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-56679788646581255222009-01-05T19:40:00.000+01:002009-01-05T20:04:03.639+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SWJZeWlu9hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xkGVx4ZPzuw/s1600-h/humano.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287887290481178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SWJZeWlu9hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xkGVx4ZPzuw/s320/humano.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿ Superhombres ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5667978864658125522?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-56766746092321179232008-12-18T21:22:00.000+01:002008-12-18T21:30:21.583+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SUqyv-SjIFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Xl7DIvKVimQ/s1600-h/Diciembre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281230050289721426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SUqyv-SjIFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Xl7DIvKVimQ/s320/Diciembre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Los atardeceres de diciembre encienden el corazón .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5676674609232117923?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-60016162262917178562008-11-22T10:54:00.000+01:002008-11-22T11:03:55.842+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SSfY6X1CERI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VqOwOTsKvto/s1600-h/sin+casa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271420386200916242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SSfY6X1CERI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VqOwOTsKvto/s320/sin+casa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mordimos la tierra , para habitarla</div><br /><div>y descubrimos el negocio para subastarla.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6001616226291717856?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-66594151977806005632008-10-25T10:00:00.000+02:002008-10-25T10:06:55.383+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SQLTiz-FdBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LphTgf1lzS8/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1o.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999909741786130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SQLTiz-FdBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LphTgf1lzS8/s320/oto%C3%B1o.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Arbol encendido</div><br /><div>Rama dorada</div><br /><div>Hoja que muere en</div><br /><div>en el río que nace.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6659415197780600563?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-59075734822316764622008-10-01T19:59:00.000+02:002008-10-01T20:10:33.842+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SOO7pxdZ4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/puDmQg_Y1so/s1600-h/conciencia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252247916769829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SOO7pxdZ4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/puDmQg_Y1so/s320/conciencia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Algunos dicen : tengo la Conciencia Tranquila. </div><br /><div>No será que está VACIA.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-5907573482231676462?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-19856087084881651362008-09-07T10:16:00.000+02:002008-09-07T10:30:46.876+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SMORJdd_rJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8rS0sdbkH_E/s1600-h/_MG_1686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243193982904675474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SMORJdd_rJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8rS0sdbkH_E/s320/_MG_1686.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Transitar, andar,tropezar</div><br /><div>al compás de la rutina.</div><br /><div>Repetir,repetir,repetir</div><br /><div>ley para vivir.</div><br /><div>Animales de costumbres</div><br /><div>costumbres que hacen leyes.</div><br /><div>Monotonizar la existencia para que no sea monótona</div><br /><div>receta Pessoa.</div><br /><div>Aburrirse es de humanos y,algunos ,asustados</div><br /><div>se empeñan en negar a golpe de actividad.</div><br /><div>Actualidad, novedad, nos mandan consumir.</div><br /><div>Yo me apunto con Azorin a poetizar sobre lo vulgar</div><br /><div>sobre lo que siempre se repite, siempre se repite, </div><br /><div>siempre se...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1985608708488165136?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-63664722792677730562008-08-19T15:20:00.000+02:002008-08-19T15:27:44.815+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SKrKKUZmnZI/AAAAAAAAACs/3XUsgiqgQBk/s1600-h/mirar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219795395222930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SKrKKUZmnZI/AAAAAAAAACs/3XUsgiqgQBk/s320/mirar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>DESCUBRIR LO QUE ESTÁ OCULTO ES EL ARTE DE VER BIEN.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6366472279267773056?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-91274494976535763512008-07-31T16:46:00.000+02:002008-07-31T17:54:20.369+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SJHZwpRhDSI/AAAAAAAAACU/EtdCM0OoKP8/s1600-h/gaviota.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229200072090127650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SJHZwpRhDSI/AAAAAAAAACU/EtdCM0OoKP8/s320/gaviota.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Al regazo de la costa</div><div>se me permite divagar, navegar entre dos aguas.</div><div> </div><div>Atar cabos con lucrecio, preguntando ¿Por qué no se desborda el mar?</div><div> </div><div>Mundo de agua y arena. Infinitas monotonías</div><div>siempre oscilantes.</div><div>Ola sin nada más que la posibilidad de imaginar.</div><div> </div><div>Mar antiguo, que Pío Baroja intento mil veces comprender:</div><div>Es un monstruo, una esfinge, su soledad nos arrastra a la contemplación.</div><div> </div><div>En altamar , los últimos pescadores se afanan por sustraer los últimos peces.</div><div> </div><div>Rumor de las olas, Rumor de las multitudes canta Aldecoa.</div><div>Cuerpos de paseo</div><div>Cuerpos a remojo</div><div>Best-sellers bajo la sombrilla.</div><div>Existencia horizontal que aplaste la curiosidad</div><div>Existencia horizontal que calme la ansiedad.</div><div> </div><div>Levanta tú mirada y embarcaté con Goethe sobre la ola del mundo,</div><div>decidido a descubrir, ganar, luchar, fracasar o saltar en el aire </div><div>con todo el cargamento.</div><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-9127449497653576351?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-37658971970030211782008-07-12T09:38:00.000+02:002008-07-12T09:49:27.628+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SHhh9H6LUFI/AAAAAAAAACM/xnV6Hs4X8jY/s1600-h/barco.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222031470659063890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SHhh9H6LUFI/AAAAAAAAACM/xnV6Hs4X8jY/s320/barco.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Una idea anclada en tu mente.Suelta lastre para que navegue por tu horizonte.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-3765897197003021178?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-62986673126495716202008-06-19T18:48:00.000+02:002008-06-19T19:11:55.943+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SFqQW0IgMGI/AAAAAAAAABk/8RzDqjDRBt0/s1600-h/viento.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213638240260599906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SFqQW0IgMGI/AAAAAAAAABk/8RzDqjDRBt0/s320/viento.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Es imposible enjaular una hierba al viento.</div><div>¡Sé flexible !, parece aconsejarnos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6298667312649571620?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-3777846182976563722008-06-11T13:28:00.000+02:002008-06-11T13:55:32.537+02:00Me gusta<br />sentir ,la melancolía que deja pensar.<br />Me gusta<br />escuchar, la música que invita a imaginar.<br />Me gusta<br />contemplar,la lluvia tras el cristal.<br />Me gusta<br />mirar, sin saludar.<br />Primavera de agua.<br />Crecidas de rios.<br />Hierbas al viento.<br />Repican las gotas ,inundando conciencias; estruendoso violín<br />anuncia la tromba :<br />Por fin es noticia, estamos en crisis<br />Expertos analistas diagnostican sin dudar<br />Crisis economica ,la quieren llamar......<br />De la crisis Existencial ya nadie se preocupa de hablar.<br />Sigue lloviendo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-377784618297656372?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-25033023489282454442008-05-27T13:23:00.000+02:002008-05-27T13:27:18.807+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SDvv2BzyDuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ALTO79j3fNw/s1600-h/_MG_0977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205017505834340066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SDvv2BzyDuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ALTO79j3fNw/s320/_MG_0977.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La lluvia devuelve la soledad al mundo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-2503302348928245444?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-62088132639250871622008-05-27T12:52:00.000+02:002008-05-27T13:07:32.659+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SDvqthzyDtI/AAAAAAAAABA/jfXYQeH3NjQ/s1600-h/_MG_0981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205011862247313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SDvqthzyDtI/AAAAAAAAABA/jfXYQeH3NjQ/s320/_MG_0981.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Se anuncia la tormenta de la tarde.Bandadas de pájaros intranquilos.Hombres al acecho</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6208813263925087162?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-43464482759809567552008-05-10T11:40:00.000+02:002008-05-10T12:43:13.253+02:00Con esta filósofa ,el pensamiento adquiere la máxima libertad ,para indagar con la palabra, los diversos estados que la vida (nuestra vida) nos depara.<br />La filosofía nos dispone al interrogatorio existencial , nos exige descifrar lo que se siente originariamente. La <strong><em> </em></strong>razón poética ,tomando a la metáfora , como su mejor aliado nos descubre el mundo,descubriendonos a nosotros.<br /> <br /><blockquote></blockquote><em>En la poesía encontramos directamente al hombre concreto, individual.</em><br /><em>En la filosofía al hombre en su historia universal, en su querer ser.</em><br /><br />La poesía nos invita a desplegar el conocimiento intuitivo(dejar que las cosas nos hablen).Verdadero conocimiento porque es el conocimiento propio , el original.<br />Al desvelar la vida , cargada de símbolos y enigmas intentaremos revelar nuestro propio misterio<br /><br /> Habla la Filósofa:<br />Forzoso es aceptar que al mirar a este último periodo lo encontramos lleno de ciencia y conocimiento puro. Pero pobre ,inmensamente pobre , de todas las formas activas, actuantes del conocimiento. Y entendemos como activas las que nacen en el anhelo de penetrar en el corazón humano, las que se encargan de difundir las ideas fundamentales para hacerlas servir como motivos de conducta en la vida diaria del hombre vulgar que no es ni pretende ser filósofo ni sabio<br />Mientras la vida se llenaba de instrumentos técnicos ,de maravillas mecánicas ,de cachivaches de todas clases, el alma y el corazón quedan vacios, y las horas, al ser liberadas del trabajo opresor, transcurren más oprimidas todavía, porque están sujetas a la terrible opresión de un tiempo muerto.<br /><br />Para terminar recomendar un libro-disco del músico de jazz guillermo Mggill (Los sueños y el tiempo) inspirado en el sentir y decir de MARIA ZAMBRANO.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote><br /> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-4346448275980956755?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-81199373075825705772008-05-08T13:36:00.001+02:002008-05-08T13:37:35.280+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SCLl80NJhUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DlI2GjGbpys/s1600-h/_MG_0815.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SCLl80NJhUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DlI2GjGbpys/s320/_MG_0815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197969752907679042" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-8119937307582570577?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-13563651551726353462008-05-05T19:15:00.000+02:002008-05-05T19:17:15.064+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SB9BCw6BVSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vm7CejvXX-s/s1600-h/_MG_0813.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SB9BCw6BVSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vm7CejvXX-s/s320/_MG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196944010752644386" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-1356365155172635346?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-65480054699842644322008-05-04T20:02:00.000+02:002008-05-04T20:10:30.842+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SB37_w6BVRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/OGtNwZBQRoQ/s1600-h/_MG_0808.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YyWHIDElIw/SB37_w6BVRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/OGtNwZBQRoQ/s320/_MG_0808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196586617934009618" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171120536987650595-6548005469984264432?l=lahoramssilenciosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maria jose revuelta solanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473884803278970421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171120536987650595.post-61170681639376308542008-04-29T17:18:00.000+02:002008-04-29T18:39:47.168+02:00<embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2017612633072476981&amp;site=widget-35.slide.com"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 426px; 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