<?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-11590535</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:39:55.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin palabras</title><subtitle type='html'>De lo que se me ocurra</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-8656653991587081685</id><published>2009-08-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:25:09.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Alguien quiere una vaca?</title><summary type='text'>http://www.gpovallas.com/cowparadelimaperu/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/8656653991587081685/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=8656653991587081685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/8656653991587081685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/8656653991587081685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/alguien-quiere-una-vaca.html' title='¿Alguien quiere una vaca?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-6161804929478784320</id><published>2009-08-28T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:11:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beagle eres lo máximo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/6161804929478784320/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=6161804929478784320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6161804929478784320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6161804929478784320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/beagle-eres-lo-maximo.html' title='Beagle eres lo máximo'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6UbM1MN-xg/Sph_uYVH6TI/AAAAAAAAADs/h5ErBorJW3w/s72-c/DSC01791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-6392728632017428153</id><published>2009-08-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:02:10.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La cura del sueño</title><summary type='text'>He llegado a una etapa en la vida en que dormir temprano a veces es más tentador que salir de noche y juerguear.Ayer, mis amigas del colegio salieron y yo no. Tenía dolor de cabeza por haber salido la noche anterior y además había que trabajar. Antes, esto jamás me hubiera detenido. Ahora, siento que cada hora es valiosa para mi cuerpo que cada día anda más cansado.Los fines de semana llegan y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/6392728632017428153/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=6392728632017428153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6392728632017428153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6392728632017428153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-cura-del-sueno.html' title='La cura del sueño'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-5164244910698827249</id><published>2009-08-28T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:57:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercambios culturales sin salir de viaje</title><summary type='text'>Tengo una amiga que acaba de llegar de Madrid. Estuvo allá haciendo una maestría por un año, un año que se pasó tan rápido para ella y un poco menos rápido para nosotros, quienes nos quedamos aquí.De hecho, cuando llegó, nos reunimos para hablar de todo un poco como haen los amigos cuando se dejan de ver un tiempo.  A pesar de que no he ido a Madrid aún, ni a un solo punto de Europa, siento cada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/5164244910698827249/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=5164244910698827249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5164244910698827249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5164244910698827249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/intercambios-culturales-sin-salir-de.html' title='Intercambios culturales sin salir de viaje'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-6220925348126379236</id><published>2009-08-17T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:34:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me encanta Johnny Deep y en Public Enemies se puede contemplar su versatilidad en las cámaras. Podría decir que con una cara de nino bien trabajada</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/6220925348126379236/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=6220925348126379236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6220925348126379236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6220925348126379236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-encanta-johnny-deep.html' title='Me encanta Johnny Deep y en Public Enemies se puede contemplar su versatilidad en las cámaras. Podría decir que con una cara de nino bien trabajada'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-9073712736967493213</id><published>2009-08-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:33:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La sala de emergencias</title><summary type='text'>Si tuviera que hacer una estadística, diría que una vez al año tengo una crisis de migraña.Hace 4 días me empezó el dolor de cabeza levemente. Al día siguiente aumentó, también con cautela pero continuó incrementándose. El lunes fui a trabajar con dolor de cabeza y creo que fue un error. Fue mi error porque se me juntaron 3 cosas que pude haber controlado mejor.1 el dolor de cabeza que tiene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/9073712736967493213/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=9073712736967493213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/9073712736967493213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/9073712736967493213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-sala-de-emergencias.html' title='La sala de emergencias'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-5231018304311414398</id><published>2009-08-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:30:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrada en algún piso</title><summary type='text'>Jamás me habría imaginado que iba a estra encerrada en un ascensor.Un día, de semana, subiendo por el ascensor del edificio de mi enamorado, me metí en el primer elevador que se abrió para llevarme. Cuando entré, marqué el 8, porque es como El Chavo, y empece a subir.Como muchas mujeres, y hombres seguro que también, me dediqué todo el recorrido a mirarme en el espejo sin fijarme en otra cosa. De</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/5231018304311414398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=5231018304311414398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5231018304311414398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5231018304311414398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2009/08/encerrada-en-algun-piso.html' title='Encerrada en algún piso'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-5251023386911943723</id><published>2008-04-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:48:35.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Es la canción para este momento</title><summary type='text'>Punto para madonna.AmazingYou took a pretty pictureAnd you smashed it into bitsSank me into blacknessAnd you sealed it with a kissIf only I could let you goWhy do I need you soIt's amazing what a boy can doI cannot stop myselfWish I didn't want you like I doWant you and no one elseYou took a poison arrowAnd you aimed it at my heartIt's heavy and it's bitterAnd it's tearing me apartIf only I could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/5251023386911943723/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=5251023386911943723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5251023386911943723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5251023386911943723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/04/es-la-cancin-para-este-momento.html' title='Es la canción para este momento'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-2333669199568676416</id><published>2008-04-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:06:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertad financiera</title><summary type='text'>Libertad financiera, claro. A tu libertad financiera yo le añadiría indiferencia. Es indiferencia que no termina de gustarme.Una no sabe hasta qué punto aceptar la independencia del otro, sobre todo cuando la independencia de uno está relacionada a esa otra persona.No saber qué papel juego, y mucho menos, qué papel debo jugar en este juego de a dos, me ha colocado en la incertidumbre y ha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/2333669199568676416/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=2333669199568676416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/2333669199568676416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/2333669199568676416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/04/libertad-financiera.html' title='Libertad financiera'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-6686178508180417868</id><published>2008-04-15T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:59:50.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuestión de práctica</title><summary type='text'>Hay cosas que jamás pensé que me iba a atrever a hacer. Le he perdido el miedo a cosas que pensé que eran imposibles hasta en mis sueños. Ahora, espero poder alejarme de lo que no me hace feliz y acercarme a lo que me permite ser mejor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/6686178508180417868/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=6686178508180417868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6686178508180417868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/6686178508180417868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/04/uestin-de-prctica.html' title='Cuestión de práctica'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-7661676435149620196</id><published>2008-01-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:20:57.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dicen que la primera causa de mortandad en el mundo es la diabetes.¿Será la primera el trabajo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/7661676435149620196/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=7661676435149620196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/7661676435149620196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/7661676435149620196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/01/dicen-que-la-primera-causa-de-mortandad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-2659796137976028495</id><published>2008-01-15T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:57:39.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GABRIEL VILLARÁN Y EL MEJOR TUBO DE CABO BLANCO</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/2659796137976028495/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=2659796137976028495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/2659796137976028495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/2659796137976028495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/01/gabriel-villarn-y-el-mejor-tubo-de-cabo.html' title='GABRIEL VILLARÁN Y EL MEJOR TUBO DE CABO BLANCO'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6UbM1MN-xg/R40d7foG8GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WWuDiQMcB94/s72-c/Villaran+02+%C2%A9ASP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-5679108234278534318</id><published>2008-01-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:34:16.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi futuro</title><summary type='text'>Acabo de llegar a algunas de las primeras conclusiones que tendré acerca de mi futuro profesional.Luego de verme al espejo cada día por 24 años, y observar que mi cara se adapta cada vez mejor tiempo que pasa, empecé a encontrar más curiosidad en mi desarrollo profesional, o por lo menos, en el camino que tendré que recorrer.Además, pensando en mantener siempre la cabeza en alto pero disfrutando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/5679108234278534318/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=5679108234278534318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5679108234278534318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/5679108234278534318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/01/mi-futuro.html' title='Mi futuro'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-4910658068815627719</id><published>2008-01-03T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:01:07.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué bueno que faltan unos años para las elecciones.</title><summary type='text'>Sacado de: http://www.lolete.es/mamenblog/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/mafalda_elecciones.jpg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/4910658068815627719/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=4910658068815627719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/4910658068815627719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/4910658068815627719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/01/qu-bueno-que-faltan-unos-aos-para-las.html' title='Qué bueno que faltan unos años para las elecciones.'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6UbM1MN-xg/R30iFfoG8FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6hGRsXA4ivo/s72-c/mafalda_elecciones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-7334360488684433335</id><published>2008-01-03T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:52:12.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La estación de policías</title><summary type='text'>¿A alguien le parecerá conocido esto? "A lo largo del resto de su carrera, Fidel siempre esperaría que sus subordinados y seguidores se comportaran como él lo había hecho durante aquel episodio (el Bogotazo). Cuenta que dos o tres veces escapó de la muerte en Bogotá y da a entender que, a su alrededor, varios colombianos murieron en esas escaramuzas bajo el fuego del ejército. Recuerda que, en un</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/7334360488684433335/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=7334360488684433335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/7334360488684433335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/7334360488684433335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-estacin-de-policas.html' title='La estación de policías'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6UbM1MN-xg/R30fqPoG8DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dZRYm7W7TZo/s72-c/958049598X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-9148518660514651443</id><published>2007-11-20T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:42:55.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La recaída</title><summary type='text'>Todos recaemos cuando la debilidad es grande.No te culpes, que recaer también es de los grandes, de los fuertes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/9148518660514651443/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=9148518660514651443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117659194713571433/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117659194713571433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117659194713571433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117659194713571433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/sin-comentarios.html' title='Sin  comentarios'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117659087553867751</id><published>2007-04-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:54:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alberto Yoel</title><summary type='text'>Esta foto es solo para contemplarla y morir!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117659087553867751/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117659087553867751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117659087553867751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117659087553867751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/alberto-yoel.html' title='Alberto Yoel'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117649295025866569</id><published>2007-04-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:49:37.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hielo</title><summary type='text'>Carretera de regreso de Ayacucho a Lima. Domingo 8 de abril. 11 de la mañana. 2 grados. Y una fila de carros que esperaban pasar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117649295025866569/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117649295025866569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117649295025866569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117649295025866569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/hielo.html' title='Hielo'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635480400885498</id><published>2007-04-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:13:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</title><summary type='text'>Yo no me caractericé durante mi vida en el colegio por tener una amistad demasiado duradera con alguien. Pero yo creo que esto se debe a que cada cierto tiempo nos cambiaban de salón a toda la promoción. Entonces, si cada dos años mezclaban a todas, me era imposible continuar siendo la mejor amiga de alguien.De primaria tengo pocos recuerdos de mis mejores amigas. A partir de quinto de primaria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635480400885498/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635480400885498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635480400885498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635480400885498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635322958329631</id><published>2007-04-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:47:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prohibido perderse</title><summary type='text'> Siempre hay que tener presente por dónde regresar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635322958329631/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635322958329631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635322958329631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635322958329631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/prohibido-perderse.html' title='Prohibido perderse'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635262028325713</id><published>2007-04-11T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:37:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retablo ayacuchano</title><summary type='text'>Retablo auspiciado por Coca Cola</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635262028325713/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635262028325713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635262028325713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635262028325713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/retablo-ayacuchano.html' title='Retablo ayacuchano'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635173653133561</id><published>2007-04-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:22:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayacucho II</title><summary type='text'> Semana Santa en Ayacucho.Altura, sierra, muchísimo sol y calor, y por supuesto, un velorio también.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635173653133561/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635173653133561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635173653133561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635173653133561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ayacucho-ii.html' title='Ayacucho II'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635065212680729</id><published>2007-04-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:04:12.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayacucho</title><summary type='text'> Este hombre estaba sentado solo en una calle bastante transitada de Ayacucho en Semana Santa, la fecha en que más gente visita esta ciudad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635065212680729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635065212680729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635065212680729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635065212680729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ayacucho.html' title='Ayacucho'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117635379613890877</id><published>2007-04-11T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:56:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117635379613890877/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117635379613890877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635379613890877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117635379613890877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/la.html' title='La'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117548160378992806</id><published>2007-04-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:40:03.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Jirafa</title><summary type='text'>ME DIO MUCHA COSQUILLA FUE COMO TENER A CUARENTA HORMIGAS RASCANDOME LA BARRIGA  ME COMO TU MADERA CON TO' Y POLILLA  POR AHI HAY RUMORES DE QUE TU ERES LA SUERTE DE TODOS LOS COLORES   ¿Qué le pasa a Calle 13?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117548160378992806/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117548160378992806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548160378992806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548160378992806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-jirafa.html' title='La Jirafa'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117548221383762542</id><published>2007-04-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:50:13.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Jirafa - Calle 13</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117548221383762542/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117548221383762542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548221383762542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548221383762542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-jirafa-calle-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117548238380158149</id><published>2007-03-31T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:57:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hedwig and the angry inch - Origin of love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117548238380158149/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117548238380158149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548238380158149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117548238380158149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/hedwig-and-angry-inch-origin-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117527404475092294</id><published>2007-03-30T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:00:44.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><summary type='text'>Una linda manera de mirar al mundo desde la persectiva de una familia original, pero que siempre está presente en nosotros.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117527404475092294/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117527404475092294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117527404475092294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117527404475092294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117527609637024606</id><published>2007-03-30T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:34:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> de IMDB:- The movie took five years to make, mostly due to financial reasons.- Fox Searchlight bought the rights to distribute the film at 2006 Sundance for $10.5 million.- While filming in a convenience store in Arizona, a Paul Dano look-a-like walked in. Dano was late and unaccounted for so everyone thought the look-a-like was Dano. After he explained that he was not Dano, they took some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117527609637024606/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117527609637024606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117527609637024606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117527609637024606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-imdb-movie-took-five-years-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520876207787850</id><published>2007-03-29T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:52:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clases de hombre</title><summary type='text'>Clases de hombre:---¿Y quién soy yo para clasificar a los hombres?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520876207787850/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520876207787850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520876207787850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520876207787850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/clases-de-hombre.html' title='Clases de hombre'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520511011061514</id><published>2007-03-29T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:51:50.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Hedwig</title><summary type='text'>outnow.ch/.../movie.fs/01?w=750&amp;h=478</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520511011061514/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520511011061514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520511011061514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520511011061514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/hedwig_29.html' title='+ Hedwig'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520377337062494</id><published>2007-03-29T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:29:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedwig</title><summary type='text'>Hedwig est la star du rock la plus étonnante et la plus méconnue du monde. Avec son groupe, elle sillonne les États-Unis de restaurants miteux en halls de centres commerciaux. Pourtant, chacune de ses chansons révèle son incroyable destin et sa vision du monde avec un indéniable talent. Hedwig est un personnage à nul autre pareil. De ville en ville, Hedwig raconte, en chansons, son enfance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520377337062494/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520377337062494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520377337062494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520377337062494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/hedwig.html' title='Hedwig'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520295808031140</id><published>2007-03-29T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:15:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine</title><summary type='text'>Cinemovies.frLa página en francés que busca películas: www.cinemovies.frAllez!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520295808031140/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520295808031140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520295808031140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520295808031140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/cine.html' title='Cine'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520081575677355</id><published>2007-03-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:40:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las carcajadas</title><summary type='text'>"El humor es lo contrario de lo aburrido, señoras y señores y, por si esto fuera poco, ya nos advertía Nietzsche: ´poca sabiduría me darás, si a cambio no me otorgas una carcajada´".Esta frase de Bryce, siempre hay que tenerla presente. La vuelvo a postear.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520081575677355/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520081575677355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520081575677355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520081575677355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/las-carcajadas.html' title='Las carcajadas'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117520054417686830</id><published>2007-03-29T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:35:44.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cómo hacer?</title><summary type='text'>Existen muchos caminos para llegar a la felicidad.Es complicado.Los caminos son varios, y los conceptos y sensaciones que definen a la felicidad, también.¿Cómo hacer?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117520054417686830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117520054417686830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520054417686830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117520054417686830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/03/cmo-hacer.html' title='Cómo hacer?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117096773798888702</id><published>2007-02-08T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:48:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><summary type='text'>Una página web para escuchar música en todos lados.Hay de todo. Son 500 discos: http://www.radio3net.ro/index.php?cx=best500#p_player1Hay que hacerle click al nombre del disco y se activa automáticamente el Windows Media Player.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117096773798888702/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117096773798888702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117096773798888702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117096773798888702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/msica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117082038919558755</id><published>2007-02-06T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:52:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Lolita</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117082038919558755/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117082038919558755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117082038919558755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117082038919558755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/lolita_06.html' title='+ Lolita'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117082001690322755</id><published>2007-02-06T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:20:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolita</title><summary type='text'> "Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos desde el borde del paladar para apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los dientes. Lo-li-ta.Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro y cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117082001690322755/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117082001690322755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117082001690322755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117082001690322755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/lolita.html' title='Lolita'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117077551804002685</id><published>2007-02-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:25:18.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdón</title><summary type='text'>Mejor es pedirte perdón, que haberte pedido permiso?Todos pensamos como Gilberto?Y si no saben de qué canción hablo ..... ?Y si no saben qué es pedir perdón?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117077551804002685/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117077551804002685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077551804002685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077551804002685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/perdn.html' title='Perdón'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117077450466443573</id><published>2007-02-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:19:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A+</title><summary type='text'>Me sirve de algo saber qué tipo de sangre tengo?Nunca lo sé, y siempre busco en mi DNI, pero esa información no está ahi. Deberían ponerla.Señores de la Reniec, deberían colocar el tipo de sangre de las personas en el DNI.Dato muy útil.En cambio, en mi carnet de la universidad, si está, y por eso, luego de buscar en mi DNI, siempre lo encuentro en este carnet.Y gracias a eso, ya sé que tengo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117077450466443573/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117077450466443573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077450466443573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077450466443573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='A+'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117077411618180669</id><published>2007-02-06T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:52:26.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero en guinda</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117077411618180669/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117077411618180669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077411618180669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117077411618180669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/pero-en-guinda.html' title='Pero en guinda'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117063679095393157</id><published>2007-02-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:21:04.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no voy a tener</title><summary type='text'>Me van a quitar el estacionamiento en la chamba. Dicen que se acaban de dar cuenta de que cuesta 150 dólares, y que ya no van a pagármelo.Tengo que buscar uno.Tengo que buscarme uno?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117063679095393157/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117063679095393157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117063679095393157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117063679095393157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/02/ya-no-voy-tener.html' title='Ya no voy a tener'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117027443154434519</id><published>2007-01-31T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:22:55.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por qué?</title><summary type='text'>Why you blog Rocio? why you blog?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117027443154434519/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117027443154434519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027443154434519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027443154434519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/por-qu.html' title='Por qué?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117027433361465591</id><published>2007-01-31T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:12:13.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedir un aumento</title><summary type='text'>Los pasos para pedir un aumento.¿De qué?Por supuesto de sueldo.Estoy ahora en mi oficina, y si me ven escribiendo en blogger, no voy a tener ningún tipo de aumento.Nunca había tenido ningún tipo de consejo. Aunque, bueno, sí.Lo que hice, entonces, fue ir directo al grano con la persona, espero, indicada.Después de dos días, la respuesta fue: "Lo están evaluando".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117027433361465591/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117027433361465591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027433361465591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027433361465591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/pedir-un-aumento.html' title='Pedir un aumento'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117027396039932829</id><published>2007-01-31T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:11:54.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿?</title><summary type='text'>¿Realmente ya fue todo cuando te has dado cuenta, o ya había sido?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117027396039932829/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117027396039932829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027396039932829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027396039932829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='¿?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-117027364163553308</id><published>2007-01-31T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:12:19.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><summary type='text'>Quise ver llamadas en mi teléfono.Quise que estés pendiente de mi todos los días.Quise saber, darme cuenta, de que te interesaba un poco más que el resto de cosas que te interesaban.Quise que me busques de sorpresa.Quise que no te demoraras cuando me ibas a visitar.Quise que me invites a mil sitios distintos.Quise que dejaras de jugar fútbol para ir a la playa.Quise ser un poco más importante que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/117027364163553308/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=117027364163553308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027364163553308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/117027364163553308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-116974786405016680</id><published>2007-01-25T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:15:39.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El mundo realmente da vueltas.Si no esperabas esto, si no sabías que esto te podía pasar, y además no lo aceptas como debería ser, estas perdiendo oportunidades de aprender</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/116974786405016680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=116974786405016680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116974786405016680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116974786405016680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-mundo-realmente-da-vueltas.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-116794458502326697</id><published>2007-01-04T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:08:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que yo quiero</title><summary type='text'>Tengo ganas de decir BASTA YA de egoísmos, que sólo quiero hacer lo que me dé la gana.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/116794458502326697/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=116794458502326697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794458502326697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794458502326697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/lo-que-yo-quiero.html' title='Lo que yo quiero'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-116794434654430536</id><published>2007-01-04T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:59:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos</title><summary type='text'>Los santos.Terribles son si no quieres saludar.Pero peor, cuando debes hacerlo y la persona no te gusta.¿Qué hacer?Perderse los santos de todos.Y finalmente, quedarse sin saludos uno mismo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/116794434654430536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=116794434654430536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794434654430536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794434654430536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/santos.html' title='Santos'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-116794402231923579</id><published>2007-01-04T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:13:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces</title><summary type='text'>A veces en lugar de decir gracias, hay que decir adiós. (Yo, Rocio)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/116794402231923579/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=116794402231923579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794402231923579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116794402231923579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2007/01/veces.html' title='A veces'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-116430522224416038</id><published>2006-11-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:07:02.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su primer chapuzón</title><summary type='text'>Su primer chapuzónEl pasado fin de semana, 23 niños de Huanta llegaron a Lima para bañarse por primera vez en el mar que les era desconocido. Esta es la crónica de cómo dos ONG hicieron posible que un grupo de infantes concretara su caro anhelo.  Su sueño era bañarse en el mar, y la lluvia de Huanta bajó a despedirlos. Dentro de la estación del bus, el profesor Alix Aponte empieza a recitar los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/116430522224416038/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=116430522224416038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116430522224416038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/116430522224416038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/11/su-primer-chapuzn.html' title='Su primer chapuzón'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115933041769304547</id><published>2006-09-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:15:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Y de pronto, todo se detuvo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115933041769304547/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115933041769304547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115933041769304547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115933041769304547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/09/y-de-pronto-todo-se-detuvo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115933011020068518</id><published>2006-09-26T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:08:30.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este pueblo se paralizó el día de la carrera.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115933011020068518/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115933011020068518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115933011020068518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115933011020068518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/09/este-pueblo-se-paraliz-el-da-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115932976487950393</id><published>2006-09-26T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:03:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutos antes</title><summary type='text'>Esperando la carrera.Pampas, Huancavelica.24 de setiembre.Esta era la primera carrera hecha en esta provincia, para homenajear a los atletas de esta ciudad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115932976487950393/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115932976487950393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115932976487950393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115932976487950393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/09/minutos-antes.html' title='Minutos antes'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115919931517506453</id><published>2006-09-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:48:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral</title><summary type='text'>Catedral de Pampas, Huancavelica.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115919931517506453/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115919931517506453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115919931517506453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115919931517506453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/09/catedral.html' title='Catedral'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115635292128113443</id><published>2006-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:08:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vez más, el PISCO</title><summary type='text'>Una vez más nace el problema del Pisco que se hace en Pisco, Perú.Los peruano se preocupan porque los chilenos nos quitan el Pisco. Los chilenos pueden hacer lo que quieran con su Pisco que no se hace en Pisco y que es comercializado y marketeado, algunas veces, mucho más que el que sí se hace en Perú.Sentirnos intimidados por eso sería una locura. El Perú es el Pisco de Pisco y muchísimo más, de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115635292128113443/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115635292128113443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115635292128113443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115635292128113443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/08/una-vez-ms-el-pisco.html' title='Una vez más, el PISCO'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115552694940805643</id><published>2006-08-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:45:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una de las veces en que Maradona habló sobre Fidel</title><summary type='text'>Historia Viviente"Me pareció mentira tener un cacho de historia tan cerca. Es un seductor y usa todo para envolverte. Dicen que él arrancó con doce hombres y tres fusiles en la Sierra Maestra y ahora me doy cuenta por qué ganó: tiene una convicción de hierro. Fidel Castro es una personalidad imposible de olvidar. Es una historia viviente. Yo defiendo mi fútbol como Fidel defiende a su pueblo."(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115552694940805643/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115552694940805643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552694940805643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552694940805643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/08/una-de-las-veces-en-que-maradona-habl.html' title='Una de las veces en que Maradona habló sobre Fidel'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115552617707884365</id><published>2006-08-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:46:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya que Fidel está en la mira de TODOS</title><summary type='text'>Imagen de: http://www.lacrisis.com.mx/castrogabo230505.jpgImagen de: http://www.nationmaster.com/wikimir/images/upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/48/180px-Fidel_Castro_fatigues.jpg Imagen de: http://www.kcet.org/media/schedules/hd/amex_fidel_castro1_az.jpgEn wikipedia encuentras más ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115552617707884365/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115552617707884365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552617707884365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552617707884365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/08/ya-que-fidel-est-en-la-mira-de-todos.html' title='Ya que Fidel está en la mira de TODOS'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115552487701751103</id><published>2006-08-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:07:57.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CóMO HEMOS CAMBIADO</title><summary type='text'>CóMO HEMOS CAMBIADO de presuntos implicadosCómo hemos cambiado, qué lejos ha quedado aquella amistad.Así como el viento lo abandona todo al paso, así, con el tiempo todo es abandonado; cada beso que se da, alguien lo abandonará.Así con los años unidos a la distancia, fue así como tú y yo perdimos la confianza; cada paso que se dio, algo más nos alejó.Lo mejor que conocimos, separó nuestros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115552487701751103/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115552487701751103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552487701751103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115552487701751103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/08/cmo-hemos-cambiado.html' title='CóMO HEMOS CAMBIADO'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115413446484424134</id><published>2006-07-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:55:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONDA CIVIC</title><summary type='text'>Este spot de honda civic es excelente. Es un spot excelente para un carro que se lo merece:http://84.40.3.164/ y para ver más de Honda:http://www.honda.co.uk/civic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115413446484424134/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115413446484424134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115413446484424134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115413446484424134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/honda-civic.html' title='HONDA CIVIC'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115413402227635297</id><published>2006-07-28T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:47:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot Rav4</title><summary type='text'>Para ver el spot de Rav4 entra a:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghnkssgfu_k&amp;search=toyota%20rav4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115413402227635297/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115413402227635297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115413402227635297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115413402227635297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/spot-rav4.html' title='Spot Rav4'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115341877721673828</id><published>2006-07-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:08:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DILE NO A LAS BOMBAS DE ISRAEL</title><summary type='text'>Claro, estas bombas que envía Israel a quien le da la gana están matando a muchos civiles que no tienen nada que ver en esto. No tiene la culpa del secuestro al cabo israelí al que quieren liberar y de muchos otros aspectos que al gobierno israelí le quita el sueño. Para todo esto son las bombas.¿Es justo? No, en la vida nada es justo, y esto ya lo deben saber los niños heridos por las decenas de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115341877721673828/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115341877721673828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115341877721673828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115341877721673828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/dile-no-las-bombas-de-israel.html' title='DILE NO A LAS BOMBAS DE ISRAEL'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115349641417836773</id><published>2006-07-19T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:04:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A comprar</title><summary type='text'>Una vez más caí en la tentación de las compras. Ir a compar ropa, sobre todo a la tienda favorita y cuando está con el cincuenta por ciento de descuento es un error, sobre todo cuando pensé que iba a tener que guardar un poco  de plata para llegar a fin de mes. Sobre todo porque no sólo yo necesito sobrevivir, sino también mi carro, que necesita gasolina y unas cuantas lavadas.Y me pongo a pensar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115349641417836773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115349641417836773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115349641417836773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115349641417836773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/comprar.html' title='A comprar'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115326355999546518</id><published>2006-07-18T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:59:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las canciones que deslumbran</title><summary type='text'>CALLE 13 LYRICS"Atrevete Te, Te!"Atrévete, te, te, teSalte del closet, teEscápate, quítate el esmalteDeja de taparte que nadie va a retratarteLevántate, ponte hyperPréndete, sácale chispas al estárterPréndete en fuego como un lighterSacúdete el sudor como si fueras un wiperQue tu eres callejera, "Street Fighter"Cambia esa cara de seriaEsa cara de intelectual, de enciclopediaQue te voy a inyectar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115326355999546518/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115326355999546518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115326355999546518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115326355999546518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/las-canciones-que-deslumbran.html' title='Las canciones que deslumbran'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115412217249207377</id><published>2006-07-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:38:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El sitio oficial de Maitena: http://www.clubcultura.com/clubhumor/maitena/ www.maitena.com.ar Ella estará en la Feria del LibroLas mejores tiendas, los precios mas bajos, entregas en todo el mundo, YupimMSN Compras: Haz clic aquí</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115412217249207377/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115412217249207377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115412217249207377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115412217249207377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/el-sitio-oficial-de-maitena-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115211328856775086</id><published>2006-07-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:37:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alemania vs Argentina en la peluquería</title><summary type='text'>El otro día, el día del partido entre Alemania y Argentina, me fui a la peluquería.Pensé que iba a tener que esperar sentada rodeada de señoras chismosas, con la tele prendida en alguna novela venezolana, en lugar de estar en mi casa y ver tranquilamente el emocionante encuentro futbolístico. Era muy necesario ir a que me peinen, tenía que hacerlo. Entonces, el partido ya estaba alcanzando los 90</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115211328856775086/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115211328856775086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115211328856775086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115211328856775086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/07/alemania-vs-argentina-en-la-peluquera.html' title='Alemania vs Argentina en la peluquería'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115120448046805948</id><published>2006-06-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:01:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><summary type='text'>Imagen de: www.van-waveren.nl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115120448046805948/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115120448046805948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120448046805948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120448046805948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115120415556643289</id><published>2006-06-24T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:27:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Arnold</title><summary type='text'>Kevin ArnoldTiene 12 años (cuando empieza la serie). Nació el 18 de marzo de 1956. Vive en los suburbios con Jack, el papá más malhumorado del mundo Norma es su mamá, demasiado buenaWayne, el hermano que todos tenemos, le dice "cabeza hueca" Karen, su hermana hippy de 16 añosY el perro BusterRobert F. Kennedy Junior High es el colegio donde Kevin estudia, junto con Paul y Winnie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115120415556643289/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115120415556643289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120415556643289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120415556643289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/kevin-arnold.html' title='Kevin Arnold'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115120330008593928</id><published>2006-06-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:21:37.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder, Wonder Years</title><summary type='text'>Esta fue y será mi serie favorita y nunca existirá otra que la reemplace. He dicho.Los nominados a la mejor serie del mundo son:Fred Savage como Kevin ArnoldDaniel Stern como la voz en off del Kevin ya crecidoEric Lloyd como Kevin Arnold jovenAlley Mills como Norma ArnoldOlivia d'Abo como Karen ArnoldJason Hervey como Wayne ArnoldDan Lauria como Jack ArnoldDanica McKellar como Gwendolyn "Winnie" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115120330008593928/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115120330008593928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120330008593928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120330008593928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonder-wonder-years.html' title='The Wonder, Wonder Years'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115120271539734211</id><published>2006-06-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:31:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUERRA</title><summary type='text'>TENGAN CUIDADO CON LAS MUJERES MOLESTASLA GUERRA ESTÁ AVISADA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115120271539734211/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115120271539734211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120271539734211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115120271539734211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/guerra.html' title='GUERRA'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115081626430342434</id><published>2006-06-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:02:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las manitos</title><summary type='text'>Una vez más, todo es el mundial.Y como si fuera poco, la publicidad está avocada, junto con el periodismo, al parecer, a vender más con el pretexto del campeonato mundial de fútbol. Coca Cola ya me tiene loca con el comercial de las manitos que una y otra vez aparece en el entre tiempo, al inicio y al final del partido.Manitos por todos lados, hay que tomar Coca Cola. Manitos y manitos. La verdad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115081626430342434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115081626430342434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115081626430342434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115081626430342434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/las-manitos.html' title='Las manitos'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-115073134634559488</id><published>2006-06-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:19:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Perú no juega</title><summary type='text'>Tengo un problema con esto del Mundial de fútbol Alemania 2006.Para empezar, el día comienza con un partido de fútbol cuyo resultado me interesa por las apuestas que hice en el trabajo. Y si me quedo dormida y me pierdo el primer partido que es a las 8 de la mañana, mi mamá entra a mi cuarto a contarme los resultados. Y en el mundial anterior, ella se levantaba de madrugada para ver los partidos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/115073134634559488/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=115073134634559488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115073134634559488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/115073134634559488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-per-no-juega.html' title='El Perú no juega'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114977631549231618</id><published>2006-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:18:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En secreto</title><summary type='text'>www.tusecreto.com.arSi tienes algo que decir ... hay buenos secretos para reir un rato.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114977631549231618/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114977631549231618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977631549231618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977631549231618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/en-secreto.html' title='En secreto'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114977557569247994</id><published>2006-06-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:06:15.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olé</title><summary type='text'>¡Qué portada!No hay más que decir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114977557569247994/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114977557569247994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977557569247994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977557569247994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/ol.html' title='Olé'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114977532199429236</id><published>2006-06-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:53:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo sin entender</title><summary type='text'>Odio los comerciales de detergente. Usan siempre la misma fórmula: una mamá, un hijo cochino y el detergente como héroe que le facilita la vida a la madre. Y en peores casos, aparece un galán que resuelve los problemas de las amas de casa desesperadas por lavar la ropa. No sé si existan mujeres que sólo se preocupen en eso, en que la ropa de su familia quede totalmente limpia.Pero parece que esta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114977532199429236/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114977532199429236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977532199429236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114977532199429236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigo-sin-entender.html' title='Sigo sin entender'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114960899029045286</id><published>2006-06-06T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:01:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En cinco años más</title><summary type='text'>Pensar en la presidencia de Alan como un alivio es una señal de desesperación.Yo nací en 1983 y del gobierno de Alan recuerdo verdaderamente muy poco. Las colas y la escasez no están en mi memoria. Pero esa no era la excusa para votar por él, y sin embargo, muchísimos le dedicamos nuestra elección por miedo a ya no sé qué.Las bromas están presentes todos los días. "Qué bueno que no salió Humala" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114960899029045286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114960899029045286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114960899029045286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114960899029045286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/en-cinco-aos-ms.html' title='En cinco años más'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114936929373780286</id><published>2006-06-03T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:52:41.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esto es el mundo al revés</title><summary type='text'>Hemos creado uno. No, hemos creado dos monstruos.Mañana tenemos que ir a votar y la gente está cada vez más alterada. Cada vez que veo las noticias me dan náuseas. Quiero vomitar cada vez que pienso que nadie sabe lo que puede pasar. El pánico crece cuando los medios y los mails, bombardean de encuestas a las gente.Creo que ni las mejores encuestadoras, a estas alturas, saben lo que va a suceder,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114936929373780286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114936929373780286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114936929373780286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114936929373780286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/06/esto-es-el-mundo-al-revs.html' title='Esto es el mundo al revés'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114559851546587698</id><published>2006-04-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:53:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si o  no</title><summary type='text'>El descontrol en la comida es incontrolable.La vida se le pasa a uno y no se da cuenta de los maltratos al cuerpo. O a veces sí nos damos cuenta, pero preferimos apreciar una riquísima comida. Claro, el sentimiento de culpa nunca es más fuerte que la satisfacción de saborear un rico dulce rebosante de grasa animal o un plato con carnes deliciosas que solamente nos dicen "cómeme". Y la comida no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114559851546587698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114559851546587698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114559851546587698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114559851546587698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/si-o-no.html' title='Si o  no'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114525247058181377</id><published>2006-04-17T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:42:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No existe</title><summary type='text'>¿Cuánto tiempo llevo pensando cosas equivocadas?¿Quién me dice que lo que creo es realmente lo que está bien?Pero yo no digo que lo que yo pienso es lo correcto. Pero tampoco digo que no lo es.Nadie tiene la razón. La razón, entonces, no existe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114525247058181377/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114525247058181377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114525247058181377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114525247058181377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-existe.html' title='No existe'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114522451789015251</id><published>2006-04-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:05:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendremos que comernos el orgullo</title><summary type='text'>La segunda vuelta. La tan comentada segunda vuelta con los candidatos más polémicos. Así le gusta elegir al Perú, entre la violencia y la incertidumbre. Y a nosotros (los que hemos votado por una opción que se asemeja más a nuestros parámetros de seguridad, estabilidad y sentido común) sólo nos queda rezar, dicen algunos, para que el Perú no se estanque, en uno de los casos, o no retroceda, en el</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114522451789015251/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114522451789015251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114522451789015251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114522451789015251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tendremos-que-comernos-el-orgullo.html' title='Tendremos que comernos el orgullo'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114451845935330903</id><published>2006-04-08T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:48:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ver... ¿Huaraz?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114451845935330903/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114451845935330903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451845935330903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451845935330903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114451814524806330</id><published>2006-04-08T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:42:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una vez más, Huaraz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114451814524806330/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114451814524806330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451814524806330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451814524806330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/una-vez-ms-huaraz.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114451726282082019</id><published>2006-04-08T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:30:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julio de 2005.Huaraz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114451726282082019/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114451726282082019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451726282082019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451726282082019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/julio-de-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114451660875661920</id><published>2006-04-08T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:24:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿casarse?</title><summary type='text'>Y hablando de matrimonio y tal o cual cosa relacionada al compromiso, empieza a aparecer la idea de la soledad.Sí pues, esta idea que a muchas personas hace infeliz, y que a otras, que no se encuentran solas, empieza a gustarles.El gran problema, sobre todo de las mujeres, o por lo menos así nos lo han hecho creer, es que se nos va a pasar el tren. Yo aún tengo 22 años y faltan siglos para que mi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114451660875661920/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114451660875661920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451660875661920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451660875661920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/casarse.html' title='¿casarse?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114451584122702466</id><published>2006-04-08T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:22:37.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Preparados?</title><summary type='text'>¿Quién está preparado para aprender a vivir con una persona?¿Quién está preparado para empezara vivir con alguien y dejar muchas cosas de lado?¿Acaso los seres humanos no somos egoístas?Por eso, creo, que quien se casa, por ejemplo, debería hacerlo solamente si se muere por contraer matrimonio. Pero hay una gran diferencia en QUERER CASARSE y en QUERER CASARSE CON TAL PERSONA.La obsesión que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114451584122702466/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114451584122702466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451584122702466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114451584122702466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/04/preparados.html' title='¿Preparados?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114364363757000658</id><published>2006-03-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T06:47:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A elegir?</title><summary type='text'>Lo que se nos viene!El estado de ánimo de muchas personas se ha visto deteriorado por las encuestas electorales de los últimos días. Esta, mi primera elección de un presidente, me hace temblar la mano y pienso que al momento de entregar mi voto a una caja del JNE, lloraré de la angustia.Si pudiera pedirle al presidente de mi mesa que no acepte en su caja las votaciones del mal, y que solamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114364363757000658/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114364363757000658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114364363757000658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114364363757000658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/03/elegir.html' title='A elegir?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114364274920579204</id><published>2006-03-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:32:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs Perú</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114364274920579204/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114364274920579204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114364274920579204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114364274920579204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogs-per.html' title='Blogs Perú'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114187872670865438</id><published>2006-03-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:53:42.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cuál es nuestro deporte favorito?</title><summary type='text'>El Domingo, leyendo el Deporte Total de El Comercio me topé con una frase interesante: "El deporte favorito de Brasil es ganar".En ese momento sentí tanto orgullo por ese país (del que me siento un poco ajena) que perdí la noción de nacionalidad (que en realidad es peruana). La verdad, pudo ser un poco de envidia solamente porque siempre he querido sentirme perteneciente a un país ganador, y pues</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114187872670865438/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114187872670865438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114187872670865438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114187872670865438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/03/cul-es-nuestro-deporte-favorito.html' title='¿Cuál es nuestro deporte favorito?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114150373886931971</id><published>2006-03-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:25:03.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El otro yo</title><summary type='text'>Mi otro blog es:http://palabreando.blog.terra.com.ar/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114150373886931971/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114150373886931971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114150373886931971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114150373886931971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-otro-yo.html' title='El otro yo'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114150223087450250</id><published>2006-03-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:01:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujer ... Mujer</title><summary type='text'>¿El día de la mujer es otra excusa del mundo para sentirse menos culpable de lo que sucede en el planeta?Celebrar el día de la mujer es un día más al que le pusieron nombre propio, justo como el de San Valentín, en donde nunca saludo primero; espero ser saludada (sin esperarlo) y luego devuelvo el "Feliz Día de la Amistad" sin entender del todo lo que estoy diciendo.El Día de la Mujer lo deberían</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114150223087450250/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114150223087450250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114150223087450250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114150223087450250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/03/mujer-mujer_04.html' title='Mujer ... Mujer'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114105016843176043</id><published>2006-02-27T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:24:22.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De qué hablamos?</title><summary type='text'>¿De qué hablan las mujeres?Creo que las mujeres hablan de todo un poco.Son la una de la tarde, el estómago pide comida, nos pasamos la voz para bajar a la cafetería. Nos juntamos, somos cuatro o cinco, siempre mujeres, y de vez en cuando uno que otro hombre. Y cuando esto ocurre, cuando nos acompaña un hombre solamente, se ve sorprendido. Es interesante ver la cara del sujeto que escucha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114105016843176043/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114105016843176043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114105016843176043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114105016843176043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/de-qu-hablamos.html' title='De qué hablamos?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114101115172164613</id><published>2006-02-26T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:58:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La gran advertencia</title><summary type='text'>Nunca voy a olvidar esta cita de Bryce en Doce cartas a dos amigos, en donde dice:"El humor es lo contrario de lo aburrido, señoras y señores y, por si esto fuera poco, ya nos advertía Nietzsche: ´poca sabiduría me darás, si a cambio no me otorgas una carcajada´".El párrafo anterior se gana el premio a mejor cita en el mundo de los libros y de la genial ocurrencia. Así que por favor, señores y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114101115172164613/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114101115172164613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114101115172164613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114101115172164613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-gran-advertencia.html' title='La gran advertencia'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114101075302869585</id><published>2006-02-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:25:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya basta</title><summary type='text'>Los lentos pasos de la independencia no llegan aún. Falta tanto, pero tanto, que creo que puede no llegar en muchos años. Si se me hace tarde, por favor, avísenme.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114101075302869585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114101075302869585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114101075302869585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114101075302869585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/ya-basta.html' title='Ya basta'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114097516480636759</id><published>2006-02-26T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:32:44.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PUEDO VER</title><summary type='text'>Los dolores de cabeza nos hacen perder la cabeza a quienes tenemos una deficiencia. La migraña es mi deficiencia y la odio cada vez que me toca. El entorno, cuando la cabeza duele, es insignificante, no importa. Sentir que la cabeza duele por la migraña es no poder percibir lo que pasa en el mundo, no poder entretenerme en ese momento, no poder gozar de lo que me gusta. Es como tener todo allí, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114097516480636759/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114097516480636759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114097516480636759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114097516480636759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-puedo-ver.html' title='NO PUEDO VER'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114081107503226202</id><published>2006-02-24T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:57:55.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos así</title><summary type='text'>Las mujeres estamos locas por la ropa aunque no queramos reconocerlo. Y así como hay una ansiedad que se manifiesta en la comida, la mujer también la representa en sus ganas de comprar. Creo que esta no es una cualidad que comparten los hombres ... uy ya no puedo seguir escribiendo de esto porque, justamente, una amiga me interrumpe por un asunto de mujeres... la ropa... las compras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114081107503226202/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114081107503226202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114081107503226202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114081107503226202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/somos-as.html' title='Somos así'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114011008120680177</id><published>2006-02-16T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:26:49.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El sueño</title><summary type='text'>Hoy me desperté sin ganas de despertar.Dormir poco, aunque nunca tan poco, se me hace costumbre y nunca puedo recuperar el sueño perdido. Será porque nunca se recupera.Una vez leí en un texto, cuyo autor no recuerdo, no es que no lo quiera mencionar o le trate de robar las ideas, que durante el sueño el ser humano desarrolla ciertas habilidades.Se trata de cuestiones que la persona desea realizar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114011008120680177/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114011008120680177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114011008120680177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114011008120680177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/el-sueo.html' title='El sueño'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114002928354129035</id><published>2006-02-15T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:48:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rara PC</title><summary type='text'>Sucede algo raro con mi PC, no puedo crear ni actualizar posts.en cambio, en esta, que no es mía, si puedo.Sin embargo, creé otro blog en terra de Argentina, porque ne la de Perú no hay para hacerlo, y sí pude crear posts de mi PC.¿Quién me quiere anular la inspiración?¿Será la tecnología?Por eso, no he podido escribir sobre todo lo que he querido tanto tiempo. Tratando de encontrar una solución </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114002928354129035/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114002928354129035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114002928354129035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114002928354129035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/rara-pc.html' title='Rara PC'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-114002898302299309</id><published>2006-02-15T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:43:03.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Valentín?</title><summary type='text'>¿Por qué celebrar San Valentín?¿Quién dijo que hay que celebrar esta fecha en donde todos los restaurantes se llenan de enamorados?¿Serán realmente enamorados?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/114002898302299309/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=114002898302299309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114002898302299309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/114002898302299309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2006/02/san-valentn.html' title='San Valentín?'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590535.post-112577876787436508</id><published>2005-09-03T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:05:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrobacias con pies enterrados</title><summary type='text'>En un país como el Perú deporte es sinónimo de fútbol. Movimientos ajenos a patear una pelota son escasamente difundidos por los medios de comunicación. La gimnasia no escapa a esta realidad.La gimnasia como disciplina deportiva existe desde la antigüedad aunque con otras reglas. Además, formó parte de los Juegos olímpicos desde 1896. En el Perú existe de manera oficial desde el 22 de junio de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/feeds/112577876787436508/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590535&amp;postID=112577876787436508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/112577876787436508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590535/posts/default/112577876787436508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabreo.blogspot.com/2005/09/acrobacias-con-pies-enterrados.html' title='Acrobacias con pies enterrados'/><author><name>Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421877914564390182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
