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GiRaSoLeS dE pApEl ...!!Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-87372860690254438792011-10-22T21:01:00.000-07:002011-10-22T21:01:55.250-07:00Tú<div style="color: blue;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Me demuestras simpatía</i></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>y reduces mis tristezas</i></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>me traes armonía</i></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>desafiando tu destreza</i></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>me recuerdas el amor en cada instante en que te veo</i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: blue;">y me sacas por completo de mi y mi olvido eterno!</i></span><br /><br /><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8737286069025443879?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-41511628465926502072011-10-08T20:29:00.000-07:002011-10-08T20:29:37.885-07:00Torrente de Palabras enunciadas!<div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cuantas</span> tristezas resumidas en una,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>C<span style="color: blue;">uantos silencios sin desahogo,</span></i></span></div><div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantos momentos de eterna soledad acompañada,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: blue;">Cuantos grises días de largas tardes</span> obscuras,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantos poemas escritos desde la melancolía,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cuantas y cuantas </span>personas sin comprender la comprensión.</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantas y cuantas cuentas sin definir de una vez...!</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><br /></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cuanta</span> satisfacción largar un torrente de regocijo,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuanto <span style="color: lime;">cuando ya no queda espacio en el tiempo,</span></i></span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuanto miedo a sentir la espectativa de lo que se avecina,</i></span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantas calles recorridas sin pensar en verdad,</i></span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantos mensajes de destinatarios inciertos,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Cuantos que llegaron equivocados y yo sin saber...!</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Cuanto tiempo perdí,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Cuanto tiempo gané,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>No importa lo que sufrí,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>No importa lo que luche,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Importa que estoy ahí,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Buscando sin saber que,</i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Riendo por lo que vi (dentro de mí)...!</span></i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><br /></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ruthy...</span></span> </span></i></span></div><div style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4151162846592650207?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-4903027152076722242011-09-06T19:53:00.000-07:002011-09-06T19:53:24.982-07:00Observando mi horizonte...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WT6TCppawM/TmbcITX3_AI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hDVGsPuL1Pg/s1600/CRISTINA%252520CORRADINI%252520-%252520Di%2525C3%2525A1fano%252520horizonte%25252001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WT6TCppawM/TmbcITX3_AI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hDVGsPuL1Pg/s320/CRISTINA%252520CORRADINI%252520-%252520Di%2525C3%2525A1fano%252520horizonte%25252001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Mirando al horizonte, infinito cumulo de ideas flotan desbocadas por mi cabeza, se van transformando, se olvidan, surgen nuevas,se vuelven incógnitas para mi ser.</span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Buscamos el camino, ese en que creemos nos hará pasajera la lucides,para retornar a nuestra locura inmediata de querer modificar el horizonte y hacerlo nuestro horizonte.</span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><i style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Se que manteniendo la vista fija en el, todo se volverá de colores corriendo en haces de formas indefinidas y precisas a la vez. </span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-490302715207672224?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-337395943077992522011-03-09T18:11:00.000-08:002011-03-09T18:11:09.098-08:00<div style="background-color: #274e13; color: #f1c232; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">Eu não</span> <span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">minto</span><span class="" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">,</span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FuxAij9orTQ/TXgy85B0M7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XAQuA2aB4gI/s1600/SANY0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FuxAij9orTQ/TXgy85B0M7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XAQuA2aB4gI/s320/SANY0025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #274e13; color: #f1c232; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas"></span><span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">mas eu não</span> <span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">quero que você </span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #274e13; color: #f1c232; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">saiba</span> <span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">a minha</span> <span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener traducciones alternativas">verdade...</span></span></i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-33739594307799252?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-54169807995061262612011-01-07T13:17:00.000-08:002011-01-07T13:17:18.060-08:00<span style="font-size: large;"><strike style="color: #351c75;"><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">C a m b i a n d o d e c o l o r e s ,</span></i></b></strike></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"><strike style="color: #351c75;"><b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> n o c r e o q u e m e a t r a p e s</span></i></b></strike> </span><u><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-large;"><i>! </i></span></u><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TSeCNtOwl9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vhuCdE-2hT0/s1600/1558377-feliz-burbuja-arco-iris-con-muchos-colores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TSeCNtOwl9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vhuCdE-2hT0/s400/1558377-feliz-burbuja-arco-iris-con-muchos-colores.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5416980799506126261?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-8900910064819885302010-11-24T17:33:00.000-08:002010-11-24T17:33:07.239-08:00Soltando amarras!<em><span style="color: magenta;">Estoy soltando amarras </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">para poder escapar,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">pero quizás me arrepienta,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">y así me vuelva a atar!</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: magenta;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">Es un anochecer hermoso,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">entre lunas y avellanas, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">de sedas tan suaves,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">que en mis sueños solo ocurre!</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: magenta;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">Las avellanas flotan,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">sobre la luna acolchada,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">y en tu mirada de hiel,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">que de a poco se esta ablandando!</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: magenta;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">Huy ya desperté,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">ahora "siento" la verdad,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">se aproximó el final,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">sin que yo me diera cuenta!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">Ahora ya estoy envuelta,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">en nubes de celofán,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">que cruel la realidad,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">quizás realmente no pueda escapar!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: black;">Ruthy.</span></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TO28gMf1P7I/AAAAAAAAAME/SDI3gze4Dus/s1600/mirarmundofi4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TO28gMf1P7I/AAAAAAAAAME/SDI3gze4Dus/s320/mirarmundofi4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-890091006481988530?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-26691561290107822092010-11-18T18:47:00.000-08:002010-11-18T18:47:51.320-08:00<em><span style="color: red;">Hoy tu mirada me recuerda al sol reflejandose en el mar, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: red;">en la nitidez de lo rayos al amanecer!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: red;">Y me hace sentir muy bien!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2669156129010782209?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-88594779373715478812010-10-31T15:39:00.000-07:002010-10-31T15:39:33.418-07:00<img alt="Animated avatar 100x100" border="1" height="320" src="http://www.animated-gifs.eu/avatars-100x100-nature/0080.gif" width="320" /> <br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>La naturaleza y sus maravillas!</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8859477937371547881?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-12137502616197069142010-10-30T18:49:00.000-07:002010-10-30T18:49:45.847-07:00<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Cuanta gravedad sosteniendo mis pasos!</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1213750261619706914?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-10268711638015991322010-10-09T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-09T20:24:33.260-07:009 de octubre de 1940 * Happy birthday !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: #f6b26b;"><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">"...IMAGINE NO POSSESSIONS </span></strong></em></span><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: #f6b26b;"><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /> I WONDER IF YOU CAN..."</span></strong></em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TLEu0UDvdDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gs5RXrkrAdc/s1600/john_lennon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TLEu0UDvdDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gs5RXrkrAdc/s320/john_lennon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; color: #6aa84f;">"...IMAGINA QUE NO HAY POSESIONES,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; color: #6aa84f;">QUISIERA SABER SI PUEDES..."</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1026871163801599132?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-33705643156412366932010-10-02T19:42:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:42:11.376-07:00...<span style="color: #ea9999;">Creo haber visto desde lejos la silueta de mi sombra enamorada, </span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">ya perdida en el suburbio interminable de los sueños.</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Intente correr para alcanzar el último minuto de sorpresa</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">refugiado en la desesperación de saberte cerca.</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">El destino se encarga de poner al alcance de mi mano </span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">el libro que debo escribir para continuar.</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Creo ya haberla perdido de vista a mi silueta enamorada</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">ahora escondida bajo los efectos del sol que nace mas cerca de lo que imagino.</span><br /> <br /><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"><u>Autoría: Ruth.</u></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKfsmpmrgbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tI3cXM9WJyI/s1600/SANY0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKfsmpmrgbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tI3cXM9WJyI/s400/SANY0374.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3370564315641236693?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-8708693461170455972010-09-29T14:34:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:34:32.836-07:00Gerberas [mis flores preferidas]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKOv3UnmIiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gE5-2m-pU6Q/s1600/171057GerberaDaisy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKOv3UnmIiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gE5-2m-pU6Q/s200/171057GerberaDaisy.gif" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">`Primavera, primavera...</span></strong></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">¿</span></strong><u>Dónde estás</u><strong><span style="font-size: large;">?</span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKOv7EgOvsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9kB7N8uB8Ag/s1600/VGQBD00Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="159" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TKOv7EgOvsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9kB7N8uB8Ag/s200/VGQBD00Z.jpg" width="200" /></span></strong></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><em>`Quiero solcito</em></u></span><strong>!!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ruthy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-870869346117045597?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-57242973646873248152010-09-26T15:50:00.000-07:002010-09-26T15:51:43.434-07:00Obra de teatro infantil : "El farol de los tuquitos".<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; color: blue; font-size: large;">LOS ESPERAMOS EL 2 Y 3 DE 0CTUBRE,</span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; color: blue; font-size: large;">EN MITRE 317, A LAS 18 HORAS.</span><br /><br /><u><strong><span style="color: red;">ACTÚAN:</span></strong></u><br /><br />BARBACCIA,SERGIO. <br />DOMÍNGUEZ OMAR.<br />LAZZARINI,PATRICIA.<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">LUKIJANCKUK, NORMA.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">TORRISI,RUTH.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">VEGA,FABIÁN.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><u><strong><span style="color: red;">EQUIPO TÉCNICO:</span></strong></u></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">COLO COSSY, </div>ÁNGEL SÁNCHEZ.<br /><br /><u><strong><span style="color: red;">VALOR DE LA ENTRADA:</span></strong></u> ADULTOS $10, NIÑOS $7<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TJ_N2oEc8ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/VJfVvMdq7FA/s1600/afiche_el_farol_de_los_turquitos_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TJ_N2oEc8ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/VJfVvMdq7FA/s400/afiche_el_farol_de_los_turquitos_2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5724297364687324815?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-89980421840462079082010-09-17T19:09:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:09:33.291-07:00Meu aniversário, e tem os 20 mais! [10 de septiembre]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TJQdotG8rGI/AAAAAAAAALk/JZK-h3p1VzA/s1600/SANY0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TJQdotG8rGI/AAAAAAAAALk/JZK-h3p1VzA/s200/SANY0584.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><strong><em><u><span style="color: red;">Mis veinte años</span></u></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><div class="p2"><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Veinte años </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">la refundición de las ideas </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Metamorfosis </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Trampolín entre la verdad y el falso </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Desorden temporal </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">la sangre que quiere evadirse </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">la entera fuga </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Extraña </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Altiva </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Extranjero en un universo de hielo </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Extraño </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Extraño fenómeno del alma </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Ausencia.</span></em><br /><br />Poema de:<br /><a href="http://www.marcopoloimaginaire.com/poesie8e.html">http://www.marcopoloimaginaire.com/poesie8e.html</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8998042184046207908?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-79212348499438239942010-08-25T14:31:00.000-07:002010-08-25T14:31:10.858-07:00Como arboles...[Mario Benedetti]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/THWLImVjS-I/AAAAAAAAALc/rgMx2mHNVdU/s1600/SANY0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/THWLImVjS-I/AAAAAAAAALc/rgMx2mHNVdU/s320/SANY0396.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Quién hubiera dicho</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que estos poemas de otros</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">iban a ser míos</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">después de todo hay hombres que no fui</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y sin embargo quise ser</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">sino por una vida</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">al menos por un rato</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">o por un parpadeo</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">en cambio hay hombres que fui</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y ya no soy ni puedo ser</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y esto no siempre es un avance</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a veces es una tristeza</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">hay deseos profundos y nonatos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que prolongué como coordenadas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">hay fantasías que me prometí</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y desgraciadamente no he cumplido</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y otras que me cumplí sin prometérmelas</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">hay rostros de verdad</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que alumbraron mis fábulas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">rostros que no vi más pero siguieron</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">vigilándome desde</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">la letra en que los puse</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">hay fantasmas de carne</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">otros de hueso</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">también los hay de lumbre y corazón</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">o sea cuerpos en pena almas en júbilo</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que vi o toqué o simplemente puse</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a secar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a vivir</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a gozar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a morirse</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">pero además está lo que advertí de lejos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">yo también escuché una paloma</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que era de otros diluvios</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">yo también destrocé un paraíso</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que era de otras infancias</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">yo también gemí un sueño</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que era de otros amores</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">así pues</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">desde este misterioso confín de la existencia</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">los otros me ampararon como árboles</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">con nidos o sin nidos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">poco importa</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">no me dieron envidia sino frutos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">esos otros están</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">aquí</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">sus poemas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">son mentiras de a puño</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">son verdades piadosas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">están aquí</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">rodeándome</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">juzgándome</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">con las pobres palabras que les di</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">hombres que miran tierra y cielo</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y a través de la niebla</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">o sin sus anteojos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">también a mí me miran</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">con la pobre mirada que les di</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">son otros que están fuera de mi reino</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">claro</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">pero además</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">estoy en ellos</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a veces tienen lo que nunca tuve</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a veces aman lo que quise amar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">a veces odian lo que estoy odiando</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">de pronto me parecen lejanos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">tan remotos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que me dan vértigo y melancolía</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y los veo minados por un duelo sin llanto</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y otras veces en cambio</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">los presiento tan cerca</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que miro por sus ojos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y toco por sus manos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y cuando odian me agrego a su rencor</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">y cuando aman me arrimo a su alegría</span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">quién hubiera dicho</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">que estos poemas míos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">iban a ser</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">de otros.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">[Foto sacada por mí, de San Nicolás]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Ruthy...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7921234849943823994?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-71711057264307397222010-08-12T16:59:00.000-07:002010-08-12T16:59:17.990-07:00El Farol De Los Tuquitos!<u> El Grupo</u> <strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"Alberto Vazquez"</span></strong><br /><br /><u> Presentando :</u> <span style="background-color: lime; font-size: large;"><em>"El farol de los tuquitos"</em></span>.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSDw7dlJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vQRee-2aMdc/s1600/SANY0320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSDw7dlJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vQRee-2aMdc/s320/SANY0320.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSEWt6ZFYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e2bR7xaw8t8/s1600/SANY0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSEWt6ZFYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e2bR7xaw8t8/s320/SANY0326.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSFGDql33I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TWP7Do-Dvhw/s1600/SANY0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSFGDql33I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TWP7Do-Dvhw/s320/SANY0331.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSFr04dw8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SlSJ_Y3n3TA/s1600/SANY0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSFr04dw8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SlSJ_Y3n3TA/s320/SANY0336.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSG9ptxZwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bx7PBvTQhRo/s1600/SANY0342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSG9ptxZwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bx7PBvTQhRo/s320/SANY0342.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSJV5Q_uCI/AAAAAAAAALE/VdOR7iElbRE/s1600/SANY0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSJV5Q_uCI/AAAAAAAAALE/VdOR7iElbRE/s320/SANY0355.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSKH2AqsfI/AAAAAAAAALM/CN66Y0a7Uqc/s1600/SANY0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGSKH2AqsfI/AAAAAAAAALM/CN66Y0a7Uqc/s320/SANY0360.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alguna fotitos de hoy a la tarde !</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[Momento inolvidable]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ruthy...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7171105726430739722?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-38625313082181844212010-08-11T21:29:00.000-07:002010-08-11T21:30:33.730-07:00¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Mañana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Al fin mañana presentamos la obra! <br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">[Esto es alegría]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGN4ctBBAKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4OGB8VAu6As/s1600/Bichito-de-luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TGN4ctBBAKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4OGB8VAu6As/s200/Bichito-de-luz.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Ruthy...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3862531308218184421?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-71378148232072134352010-08-08T11:24:00.000-07:002010-08-08T11:24:53.686-07:00DIA DEL NIÑO...<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTCoi0TYwwo&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTCoi0TYwwo&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Un día para recordar, lo que debe hacer un niño y lo que NO debe hacer!</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TF71-hUmbiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cB6Sq1BUAEo/s1600/193979_250px-Chaplin_The_Kid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TF71-hUmbiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cB6Sq1BUAEo/s320/193979_250px-Chaplin_The_Kid.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ruthy...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7137814823207213435?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-38690761419837887922010-08-06T10:29:00.000-07:002010-08-06T10:29:08.587-07:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-large;"><strong>"<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">L</span></strong></span><em><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">a vida es aquello que pasa mientras estás ocupado en otros asuntos</span></em><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">"</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TFxGPSbZA5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/PvjK-JGDZEk/s1600/lennon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TFxGPSbZA5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/PvjK-JGDZEk/s320/lennon.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3869076141983788792?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-79316101766391315522010-07-25T12:50:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:44:11.652-07:00<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><em>Ella caminaba por las veredas, esquivando los charquitos que la lluvia de la mañana había dejado.Salio a caminar para despejar la mente, estaba aturdida de tantos pensamientos, ya no sabía como parar el tiempo.</em></span><br /><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><em>Sentía que en cualquier momento una auto pasaría por la calle y la sacaría del camino. En su mente había dibujado nubes y una alfombra hindú que la llevaba volando alto...alejándola del tiempo que corre,ayudándola a exprimir las agujas del reloj.</em></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">Pero el auto pasó y se dio cuenta que debía volver a casa, que las nubes se habían esfumado y la alfombra se había convertido en cemento, cemento gris que el tiempo va destruyendo y en su lugar creando pozitos que luego se llenaran con las lluvias de la mañana</span>.</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TEyVZW7zISI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jnuhl95bO1c/s1600/HOmbre%2520gris%2520bajo%2520la%2520lluvia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TEyVZW7zISI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jnuhl95bO1c/s320/HOmbre%2520gris%2520bajo%2520la%2520lluvia.jpg" /></a><em> <span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><u>Autoría:Ruth.</u></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7931610176639131552?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-53544326055969103722010-07-25T11:24:00.000-07:002010-07-25T11:28:40.805-07:00Janis Joplin - Cry Baby (live in toronto 1970)<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjD4eWEUgMM&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjD4eWEUgMM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #76a5af; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Porque cuando algo te gusta, es así, te gusta. Tuve la suerte de poder escuchar a esta gran cantante cuando era un poco mas chica,bastante mas chica, y de ahí en mas no pude dejar de oírla...</em></span><br /><span style="background-color: #76a5af; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Es increíble la potencia y todo lo que transmite cuando canta. Esta canción fue la primera que escuche de ella, porque de hecho es una de las mas conocidas!</em></span><br /><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5354432605596910372?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-85579905172895086822010-07-22T19:38:00.000-07:002010-07-22T19:38:23.053-07:00Teatro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TEkAWaE1mkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Znrx63lfxC4/s1600/YCAALEM1KCADQJNO6CAOXHPZ1CAX3QDNLCAQBL3ZLCAF2N6ETCA4798TQCABMB4OOCARIN4YGCA1NR831CALHQ3V7CAVGYGNECAYDLEGZCAGCA8DNCARBXDSFCAYDC2R3CALGFVE7CAK6OHI5CA80V0TF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TEkAWaE1mkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Znrx63lfxC4/s320/YCAALEM1KCADQJNO6CAOXHPZ1CAX3QDNLCAQBL3ZLCAF2N6ETCA4798TQCABMB4OOCARIN4YGCA1NR831CALHQ3V7CAVGYGNECAYDLEGZCAGCA8DNCARBXDSFCAYDC2R3CALGFVE7CAK6OHI5CA80V0TF.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">Quiero estrenar la obra</span> <span style="background-color: red;">ya, ya, ya, ya!!!</span><br /><br /><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8557990517289508682?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-47052345972382533902010-07-21T14:59:00.000-07:002010-07-21T15:13:47.897-07:00Seguir Viviendo Sin Tu Amor - Luis Alberto Spinetta<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfYR6EH_9qg&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfYR6EH_9qg&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lo adoro, lo adoro, lo adoro!!!!<br /><br /><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4705234597238253390?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-37522372625299202002010-07-19T10:48:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:48:58.276-07:00Así es...!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TESPwnppzoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rcohCtjmixE/s1600/28231_1446631521962_1118385544_31319791_5621650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TESPwnppzoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rcohCtjmixE/s400/28231_1446631521962_1118385544_31319791_5621650_n.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ruthy...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3752237262529920200?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-32703688409674951162010-07-15T19:04:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:45:12.186-07:00He aprendido...<span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span>….<em><span style="color: blue;">que nadie es perfecto</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">hasta que no te enamoras..</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que….la vida es dura</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">pero yo lo soy más!!</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…las oportunidades no se pierden nunca</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">las que tu dejas marchar…las aprovecha otro.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…cuando siembras rencor y amargura</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">la felicidad se va a otra parte.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span>…<em><span style="color: blue;">que necesitaría usar siempre palabras buenas…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">porque mañana quizás se tienen que tragar..</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span>…<em><span style="color: blue;">que una sonrisa es un modo económico</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">para mejorar tu aspecto.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span>…<em><span style="color: blue;">que no puedo elegir como me siento…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">pero siempre puedo hacer algo.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…cuando tu hijo recién nacido</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">tiene tu dedo en su puñito…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">te tiene enganchado a la vida.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…todos quieren vivir en la cima de la montaña…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">pero toda la felicidad pasa mientras la escalas.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…se necesita gozar del viaje</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">y no pensar sólo en la meta.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…es mejor dar consejos sólo en dos circunstancias…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">cuando son pedidos y cuando de ello depende la vida.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He aprendido</span> <em><span style="color: blue;">que…cuanto menos tiempo derrocho…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: blue;">más cosas hago.</span></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graficos/imagenes/p/psicodelico-2016.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graficos/imagenes/p/psicodelico-2016.gif" width="181" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[Hermoso texto]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3270368840967495116?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-21419625093311994062010-07-13T20:21:00.000-07:002010-07-13T20:21:11.244-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>S</strong></span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>abes que con tu <span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">forma</span> de ser libre</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><em> </em><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">E</span></strong><em><span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">stas</span> edificando <span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">libertad...</span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2141962509331199406?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-16202953995836127072010-07-12T20:32:00.000-07:002010-07-12T20:32:49.458-07:00Noche en vinilo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TDvdSwZiOAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NZRPwVynNig/s320/DSC01811.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1620295399583612707?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-48383565949024091482010-07-09T17:59:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:45:38.462-07:00Solo hay que dejarse llevar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://elcajondesastre.blogcindario.com/ficheros/gifs/espiral.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://elcajondesastre.blogcindario.com/ficheros/gifs/espiral.gif" /></a></div><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4838356594902409148?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-22775034360461663412010-06-29T19:15:00.000-07:002010-06-29T19:15:51.827-07:00Razones (de Bébe)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TCqm7SLYvmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7j1l68CoJuo/s1600/SANY0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TCqm7SLYvmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7j1l68CoJuo/s320/SANY0026.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te echo de menos </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Le digo al aire </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te busco, te pienso, te siento y siento </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Que como tu no habrá nadie </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Y aquí te espero </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Con mi cajita de la vida </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Cansada a oscura, con miedo y hace frío </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Nadie me lo quita </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Tengo razones </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Pera buscarte </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Tengo necesidad de verte de oírte de hablarte </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Tengo razones </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Para esperarte </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Porque no creo q allá en el mundo nadie mas a quien ame </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Tengo razones </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Razones de sobra </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Para pedirle al viento q vuelvas aunque seas como una sombra </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Tengo razones </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Para no quererte olvidar </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Por que el trozito de felicidad fuiste tu quien me lo dio a probar </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">El aire huele a ti </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mi casa se cae por que no estas aquí </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mis sabanas, mi pelo, mi ropa </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te buscan a ti </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mis pies son como de cartón </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Que voy arrastrando por cada rincón </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mi cama e hace fría y gigante </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Y en ella me pierdo yo </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mi casa se vuelve a caer </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mis flores se mueren de pena </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mis lágrimas son charquitos q caen a mis pies </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te mando besos de agua </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Que hagan un hueco en tu calma </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te mando besos de agua </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Para q bañen tu cuerpo y tu alma </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te mando besos de agua para q curen tus heridas </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">Te mano besos de agua </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #999999;">De esos con lo q tanto te reías</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><em>Una canción que me encanta!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>Ruthy...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2277503436046166341?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-31959875647862471332010-06-28T20:18:00.000-07:002010-06-28T20:18:28.793-07:00Cumple de Mati...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TClloYyMEkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I0-ICQajs-Q/s1600/SANY00007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TClloYyMEkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I0-ICQajs-Q/s320/SANY00007.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"><em>La pasamos joya!</em></span><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="background-color: white;"> Ruthy...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3195987564786247133?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-21320891715675781982010-06-26T15:58:00.000-07:002010-06-26T15:58:55.104-07:00Mambeado!<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufS9fROh6Z4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufS9fROh6Z4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;">H</span><span style="color: #93c47d;">oy es para mi uno de esos días que necesitas escuchar alguna canción 10 veces seguidas!, y yo necesito escuchar algo que te mambee!!(10 veces seguidas)...</span><br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Onda Vaga...</span><br /><br /> <span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"> Ruthy... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2132089171567578198?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-69412149358110852682010-06-20T16:57:00.000-07:002010-06-20T16:59:44.440-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"></span></span></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">Actuar</span> Para Vivir</span></em></strong> ...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6941214935811085268?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-21660673751922665732010-06-18T09:47:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:47:58.001-07:00Himno de mi corazon.<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFP73v-E0DE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFP73v-E0DE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Como me hubiera gustado estar ahi...!<br /><br />Miguel Abuelo (UN GRANDE)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2166067375192266573?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-61340936346807801792010-06-16T16:43:00.000-07:002010-06-16T16:43:02.061-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TBlgUTDaV1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i9bHK7oylak/s1600/IMG1434A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TBlgUTDaV1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i9bHK7oylak/s320/IMG1434A.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha maconha </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha torcida </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha querida </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha galera </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha cachoeira </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha menina </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha flamenga </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha capoeira </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha menina </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha querida </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha Valéria... </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha maloca </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha larica </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha cachaça </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha cadeia </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha vagabunda </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha vida </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha mambembe </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha ladeira </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">O minha menina </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha querida </span><br /><span style="background-color: red;">Minha Valéria... </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">O minha torcida </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha flamenga </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha cadeia </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">O minha maconha </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha torcida </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha querida </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha galera </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha vagabunda </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha mambembe </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha beleza </span><br /><span style="background-color: yellow;">Minha copoeira...</span> <br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">O minha menina </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Minha querida </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Minha Valéria... </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Minha torcida </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Minha flamenga </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Minha cadeia </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">O minha maconha</span> <br /><br />Manu Chao / Minha galera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6134093634680780179?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-51670307969155430512010-06-15T19:24:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:46:34.960-07:00Lloviendo estoy<span style="color: #45818e;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">N</span>o me gusta el frio, pero en dias como hoy cuando te invade un sentimiento tan simple (sea "bronca", felicidad, tristeza)me dan ganas de estar caminando por una callecita de esas que tienen adoquines, y ver el agua que se forma en charco por haber estado lloviendo...Salir abrigando el cuerpo y desnudando el alma, para que el viento calmo choque contra los impulsos de derramar lagrimas sobre los charcos.</em></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TBg10afhVVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kljIOGED0no/s1600/977209_d90d4d6691_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TBg10afhVVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kljIOGED0no/s320/977209_d90d4d6691_m.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #45818e;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">N</span>o me gusta el frio, pero preferiria sentarme en una vereda y esperar a que llegue el arco iris a invadirme de colores los caminos de regreso a un sentimiento mas propicio.Un encuentro mas terrenal.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #45818e;"> <u><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Autoría: Ruth.</span></u></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5167030796915543051?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-7294026025082688182010-05-30T14:22:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:47:26.097-07:00<span style="color: blue;">Modificá aquello que no te haga sonreir,</span><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TALXEgpj9uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GiJ_sDqg_eo/s1600/mimo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/TALXEgpj9uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GiJ_sDqg_eo/s320/mimo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">por suerte yo aprendí.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue;">Con defectos y virtudes ya crecí...</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Dejando de sufrir,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">por suerte sonreí...</span><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Autoría: Ruth.</span></u><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-729402602508268818?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-68402762477686285692010-04-08T16:14:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:48:19.088-07:00<span style="color: purple;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Vamos</span> despacio...</em></span><br /><em><br /></em><br /><span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"><em>así <span style="font-size: large;">llegamos</span> a algún <span style="font-size: large;">lado! </span></em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><em> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Ruthy...</span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6840276247768628569?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-78181831282746435672010-03-28T13:45:00.000-07:002010-03-28T13:45:46.459-07:00Humanos ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S6-_vDk1aoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLuBZXhdHcc/s1600/pastoral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S6-_vDk1aoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLuBZXhdHcc/s400/pastoral.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Una gran tapa...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Para un gran disco!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ruthy...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7818183128274643567?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-71684679764652364142010-03-24T16:41:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:49:24.431-07:0024 de marzo - Día de la memoria.<span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><em>Y si hoy uso el pelo largo es porque puedo.</em></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><em> Huele a tango y rock and roll lo que te cuento. </em></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><em>Cosa raras de este punto del planeta, </em></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><em>nuestra historia es la pregunta más compleja. </em></span><br /><br /><br />Decidí empezar con una parte de esta fabulosa canción, 1º porque me gusta muchísimo, y 2º, porque es tan cierto esto de <em><span style="color: orange;">"nuestra historia es la pregunta mas compleja".</span></em><br />Todos nos acordamos de lo sucedido en esta fecha,entonces me pregunto. <em>¿será costumbre olvidarnos luego de estos acontecimientos?</em><br />Es necesario que aprendamos a utilizar bien la memoria.Hoy en día parece que si no estas del lado de esta "democracia" <em>(mal llamada así, desde mi punto de vista, porque sigue habiendo tantos desaparecidos como</em> <em>antes)</em> estás a favor de las dictaduras. Y no creo que tenga que ser así...<br />Este día, 24 de marzo, fue decretado como <em>"día nacional de la memoria por la verdad y la justicia",</em> entonces desde mi humilde lugar puede pedir que empezemos a comprender cual es la justucia que queremos para nuestro país y que mantegamos siempre la verdad, nuestra verdad, que la memoria no nos falle!, y que <span style="color: orange;">"NUNCA MÁS"</span> volvamos a caer en lo mismo.<br /><br /> <u><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Autoría: Ruth.</span></u><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7168467976465236414?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-53673656572036293882010-03-21T12:29:00.000-07:002010-03-21T12:30:45.377-07:00Chocolate para el alma ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S6Zy7HFyaGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L9z_vN-vytQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S6Zy7HFyaGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L9z_vN-vytQ/s320/untitled.bmp" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Nada mejor que un rico <strong>chocolate</strong> para un día de <em>lluvia</em> ...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Y si se <em>acompaña</em> con una muy buena <strong>música</strong> mejor!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Ruthy...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5367365657203629388?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-72407843421443341702010-03-20T18:38:00.000-07:002010-03-20T18:40:24.400-07:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><em>P</em></span>uedes decir que brilla el <span style="background-color: yellow;">sol</span> si</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">realmente quieres</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yo estoy viendo la <span style="background-color: magenta;">luna</span> claramente</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><em>P</em></span>uedes tomar la carretera que te lleva a las <span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">estrellas</span> ahora</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yo puedo tomar una carretera que me <span style="background-color: #e06666;">salvará</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yo puedo tomar una <span style="background-color: #e06666;">carretera</span> que me salvará.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ruthy...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7240784342144334170?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-41723439109792533092010-03-14T18:35:00.000-07:002010-10-02T19:50:28.054-07:00Improvisando en el blog ...<span style="color: orange;">Desarrollá tu figura en el escenario de la perspicacia</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">y llená de colores el ambiente vacío ...</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">Inventá el mundo sin utilizar palabras</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">creando momentos únicos e irrepetibles...</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S52OsAv6XpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CLtpL0qH9YU/s1600-h/SANY0028+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S52OsAv6XpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CLtpL0qH9YU/s320/SANY0028+(2).JPG" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: orange;">Respirá la imaginación desbordada</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">sintiendo aromas inconfundibles...</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">Improvisá disfrutando el segundo de mas</span><br /><span style="color: orange;">y las ropas que te hacen dejar de ser vos!</span><br /><br /><br /><br />[Hoy disfruté las improvisaciones de teatro...]<br /><br /> <u><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Autoría: Ruth.</span></u><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4172343910979253309?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-59585153268734260752010-03-07T15:18:00.000-08:002010-03-07T15:18:06.363-08:00Deshoras, (Julio Cortázar).<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S5QyVvK4T2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/I0FMPf_15VE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S5QyVvK4T2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/I0FMPf_15VE/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Del anochecer a la noche cerrada, por caminos de</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> palabras que iban y venían, de manos que se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> encontraban un instante sobre el mantel antes de</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> una risa y otros cigarrillos, quedaría un viaje en</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> taxi, algún lugar que ella o él conocían, una</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> habitación, todo como fundido en una sola imagen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> instantánea resolviéndose en una blancura de</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> sábanas y la casi inmediata, furiosa convulsión de</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> los cuerpos en un interminable encuentro, en las</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> pausas rotas y rehechas y violadas y cada vez</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> menos creíbles, en cada nueva implosión que los</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> segaba y los sumía y los quemaba hasta el sopor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> hasta la última brasa de los cigarrillos del alba.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Cuando apagué la lámpara del escritorio y miré el</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> fondo del vaso vacío, todo era todavía pura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> negación de las nueve de la noche, de la fatiga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> a la vuelta de otro día de trabajo. ¿Para qué seguir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> escribiendo si las palabras llevaban ya una hora</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> resbalando sobre esa negación, tendiéndose en el</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> papel como lo que eran, meros dibujos privados de</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> todo sostén?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Había publicado esto mismo en el blog que tenía anteriormente para la escuela, y realmente siempre me gustó muchisimo...asi que vuelvo a publicarlo, pero esta vez en mi blog!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Espero les guste ...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Ruthy...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5958515326873426075?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-41460596620721835692010-03-06T17:39:00.000-08:002010-10-02T19:50:57.688-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">P</span>alabras sobran<span style="color: #c27ba0;">...</span><br /><span style="color: #93c47d;">¿ Y tiempo ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E</span>s lindo sentir el aire fresco rozando la piel<span style="color: #c27ba0;">...</span><br /><span style="color: #93c47d;">¿ Mirando lejos sin mirar ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">S</span>entir el aire y las palabras en conjunto<span style="color: #c27ba0;">...</span><br /> <span style="color: #93c47d;">¿ Se puede ?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Si ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4146059662072183569?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-43173515784399205462010-03-03T13:33:00.000-08:002010-03-03T13:33:38.555-08:00Feliz Cumple Hermanitaaa!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47SiTHEgjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g8iHaYnBt74/s1600-h/02_24_5.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47SiTHEgjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g8iHaYnBt74/s320/02_24_5.JPEG" width="320" /></a></div>Como te quieeero..!!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47UwQeVz-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ad9ALSh4gsc/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B3%5D+(5).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47UwQeVz-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ad9ALSh4gsc/s320/GetAttachment%5B3%5D+(5).jpg" /></a></div>Sabes que siempre estoy para vos...<br /> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47UA-UEvmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JGvcUxw9l-Y/s1600-h/100_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47UA-UEvmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JGvcUxw9l-Y/s320/100_0032.jpg" /></a></div>Sos una gran persona, hermosa, hermosa, hermosa!!!<br /><br /><br />Besotes...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47VmdLkjGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0YFR1r6I2T8/s1600-h/IMG0112A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S47VmdLkjGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0YFR1r6I2T8/s320/IMG0112A.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>y MUY FELIZ CUMPLE!!! <br /><br /><br /> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4317351578439920546?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-14658645618956800352010-03-01T13:31:00.000-08:002010-03-01T13:31:54.948-08:00Que bien que nos sentimos cuando hacemos lo que nos gusta!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4wxLIuWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D3Uvo2zJF6Q/s1600-h/teatro+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4wxLIuWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D3Uvo2zJF6Q/s200/teatro+1.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4wxLIuWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D3Uvo2zJF6Q/s1600-h/teatro+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4wxLIuWqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D3Uvo2zJF6Q/s200/teatro+1.jpg" width="150" /></a><strong><span style="color: #999999;">El teatro</span></strong> <span style="color: red;">me hace sentir bien</span> ,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">me hace sentirme<span style="color: red;"> completa</span>,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">y es hermoso sentirse asi... </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><br /> ...Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1465864561895680035?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-78600883129405065832010-02-24T16:23:00.000-08:002010-02-25T12:07:21.921-08:00Todo se transforma...<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">T</span>u beso se hizo calor,</span><br /><span style="color: red;">luego el calor, movimiento,</span><br /><span style="color: red;">luego gota de sudor</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que se hizo vapor, luego viento</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que en un rincón de La Rioja</span><br /><span style="color: red;">movió el aspa de un molino</span><br /><span style="color: red;">mientras se pisaba el vino</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="color: red;">que bebió tu boca roja</span>. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">Tu boca roja en la mía,</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">la copa que gira en mi mano,</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">y mientras el vino caía</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">supe que de algún lejano</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">rincón de otra galaxia,</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">el amor que me darías,</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">transformado, volvería</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">un día a darte las gracias.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Cada uno da lo que recibe</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">y luego recibe lo que da,</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">nada es más simple,</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">no hay otra norma:</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">nada se pierde,</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">todo se transforma.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">El vino que pagué yo,</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">con aquel euro italiano</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">que había estado en un vagón</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">antes de estar en mi mano,</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">y antes de eso en Torino,</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">y antes de Torino, en Prato,</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">donde hicieron mi zapato</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">sobre el que caería el vino.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">Zapato que en unas horas</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">buscaré bajo tu cama </span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">con las luces de la aurora,</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">junto a tus sandalias planas</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">que compraste aquella vez</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">en Salvador de Bahía,</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">donde a otro diste el amor</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">que hoy yo te devolvería......</span><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4XBUKu706I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KrfcX-KEFfk/s1600-h/SANY0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4XBUKu706I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KrfcX-KEFfk/s320/SANY0032.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #990000;">Cada uno da lo que recibe</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #990000;">y luego recibe lo que da,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #990000;">nada es más simple,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #990000;">no hay otra norma:</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #990000;">nada se pierde,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: #990000;">todo se transforma</span>.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">J</span>orge <span style="font-size: large;">D</span>rexler</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div> Ruthy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7860088312940506583?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-51154808749434058872010-02-22T20:02:00.000-08:002010-02-22T20:02:28.885-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">FELIZ CUMPLE PÁ!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Te quiero y deseo lo mejor!!</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4NTBpl_eiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RhlEDCiRvjY/s1600-h/100_0599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S4NTBpl_eiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RhlEDCiRvjY/s320/100_0599.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Brindo <span style="color: red;">con vos y por vos!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Bes</span>otes... <br /><br /><br /> Ruthy...<br /><br /><br />lunes 22 de febrero de 2010...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5115480874943405887?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-50722412291200947602010-02-12T15:27:00.000-08:002010-02-12T15:29:03.645-08:00Ya. Pero ya, Ahora...!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S3XivcFqlWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1g19mHnwpbU/s1600-h/SANY0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S3XivcFqlWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1g19mHnwpbU/s320/SANY0002.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mmm...</span> pero que rapido se pasan estas vacaciones...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ya se viene el <span style="font-size: large;">finde </span>de nuevo!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ruthy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Foto de Villa Constitución)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5072241229120094760?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-51789078736716433962010-02-10T20:10:00.000-08:002010-02-10T20:10:39.095-08:00Canción para los días de la vida...!<span style="font-size: large;">E</span>ste dia empieza a crecer<br /><span style="color: lime;">voy a ver si puedo correr</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">C</span>on la mañana silbándome en la espalda<br /><span style="color: lime;">o mirarme en las burbujas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">T</span>engo que aprender a volar<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">entre tanta gente de pie</span>.</div><span style="font-size: large;">C</span>uidan de mis alas unos gnomos de lata<br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">que de noche nunca rien.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">S</span>i la lluvia llega hasta aquí<br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">voy a limitarme a vivir</span>.<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">M</span>ojaré mis alas como el arbol o el angel</div><span style="color: #93c47d;">o quizás muera de pena</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">T</span>engo mucho tiempo por hoy<br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">los relojes haran que cante</span><br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S3OBdq9SYLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5uT4-7_mTEQ/s1600-h/SANY0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S3OBdq9SYLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5uT4-7_mTEQ/s320/SANY0017.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span> la espuma gira en torno a mi piel</div><span style="color: lime;">me han puesto manos para hablarle</span><br />a las cosas de mi.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span> al fin mi duende nació<br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">tiene orejas blancas</span><br />como un soplo de pan y arroz<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span> un hongo como nariz<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">cuatro pelos locos</span><br />y un violín que nunca calla<br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">solo se desprende y es igual a las guirnaldas</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E</span>ste dia es algo de sal<br /><span style="color: lime;">me dejó vibrando al nacer</span><br />pesa y es liviano como un hilo sin nombre<br /><span style="color: #38761d;">suena un poco a mi guitarra.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">T</span>engo que aprender a ser luz<br /><span style="color: #93c47d;">entre tanta gente detras.</span><br />Me pondré las ramas de este sol que me espera<br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">para usarme como al aire.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span> es que al fin mi duende se abrió<br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">tiene un corazón de mantel y batón</span><br />y un guiño al ver que todo es verdad.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span>a los gnomos cuiden<br /><span style="color: lime;">a un violín que siempre canata</span><br />nunca se adormece y es igual a las guirnaldas.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Y</span> es que nunca calla, solo se desprende<br /><span style="color: #93c47d;">y es igual a las guirnaldas.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999;">Sin dudas :</span><br /><span style="color: #93c47d;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Luis Alberto Spinetta...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: black;"> Ruthy...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5178907873671643396?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-69922120059699162302010-02-09T14:41:00.000-08:002010-02-09T14:41:44.044-08:00y sii...<strong>Uno</strong> <span style="font-size: large;">para <span style="color: yellow;">vos,</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.freeglitters.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Photography Graphics"><img alt="Photography Graphics" border="0" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/photography/245.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Dos</strong> <span style="font-size: large;">para <span style="color: #f6b26b;">mi...</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Asi está bueno <span style="color: #ead1dc;">compartir!</span></em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Ruthy...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjU3NTUwMjQzNTEmcHQ9MTI2NTc1NTAyOTcxMSZwPTUzMjUxJmQ9ZG9sbGllY3JhdmUuY29tJmc9MSZvPTYxYjFm/OTk2MzIyYTRjNGY5NmY5N2RkM2M2MzcwNDc3.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6992212005969916230?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-41905995431475239702010-02-06T19:07:00.000-08:002010-02-06T19:07:32.387-08:00...<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><< Les <span style="color: red;">temps</span> sont <span style="color: red;">durs</span> pour les <span style="color: red;">rêveurs</span> >></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S24s7LOgV0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XKq4F-sOUsU/s1600-h/amelie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S24s7LOgV0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XKq4F-sOUsU/s320/amelie.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: red;">"Son tieMPos difICileS PAra LOs soÑaDores"</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: black;">{ Amélie Poulain }</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Ruthy.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4190599543147523970?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-72271881056792218992010-02-04T16:23:00.000-08:002010-02-04T16:26:11.167-08:00Que cumple Patrii!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Que</span><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> bien </span><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">que </span><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">la </span><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">pasamos!! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">23/01/2010...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">{subiendo fotos... tarde , <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">¡pero seguro</span><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">!</span></span>}</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"> Ruthy...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7227188105679221899?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-45429057273621151562010-01-30T15:33:00.000-08:002010-01-30T15:38:39.188-08:00_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_<br /><br /><br /><br />Aunque te abrazes a la luna<br /><br />aunque te acuestes con el sol<br /><br />no hay mas estrellas que las que dejes brillar<br /><br />tendra el cielo tu color ...<br /><br /><br /><br />_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4542905727362115156?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-88458191842138286562010-01-19T16:11:00.000-08:002010-01-19T16:12:31.592-08:0019 de enero de 1943 ... (¡Su cumpleaños!)<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">U</span>n día como hoy, (19 de enero), pero de 1943, nacía esta mujer, <span style="color: red;">"la mujer"</span><span style="color: black;">,</span> de la voz y expresión apasionada!<br /><br /><br /> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJUA6mXWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZysSzbZFdOo/s1600-h/janis_joplin_passport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJUA6mXWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZysSzbZFdOo/s320/janis_joplin_passport.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">J</span></strong>ANIS <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span></strong>YN <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">J</span></strong>OPLIN ...<br /><br />Quien a pesar de no encontrar un apoyo moral primordial,<span style="color: red;"> siguió con su música adelante...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJs03-SqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iE135Huov_E/s1600-h/janis_joplin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJs03-SqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iE135Huov_E/s320/janis_joplin.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br />... y hoy por fortuna de muchos<span style="color: red;"> <span style="font-size: large;">su música sigue sonando...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJ3q661MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2u8I2L0pG-Y/s1600-h/JanisJoplin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1ZJ3q661MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2u8I2L0pG-Y/s320/JanisJoplin.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: red;">... En mi cabeza suena todo el tiempo!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"> Ruthy.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8845819184213828656?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-9317166724375884992010-01-17T17:42:00.000-08:002010-01-17T17:44:57.654-08:00Amigas ....<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1O6szNk-NI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IFKDW-Gxfgc/s1600-h/IMG0368A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1O6szNk-NI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IFKDW-Gxfgc/s400/IMG0368A.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1O6rSI0ewI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9rpqgVvlu2w/s1600-h/IMG0366A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S1O6rSI0ewI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9rpqgVvlu2w/s320/IMG0366A.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">Amiga ...</span> <span style="color: blue;">estas fotos tampoco son muy de ahora, jaja!..</span> pero creo que si sabes a donde la sacamos y todo lo que nos pasó ese día... jaja. <span style="color: magenta;">Y si, como este tenemos miles de recuerdos de hermosos momentos</span>, como tambien algunos "fuleritos"... pero bue..<br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">Amiga ...</span> <span style="color: lime;">sabés que te quieroOo UN MONTONASOoO ...( xq t lo digo siempre...)</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">Contas conmigo de mas está decirlo...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: orange;"> Besotes</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"> Grandotes ...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Ruthy</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-931716672437588499?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-42328523108012391312010-01-06T18:49:00.001-08:002010-01-06T19:11:24.542-08:00Los Reyes Magos ...<div style="color: red;"><br /><br /><br />-¡<span style="font-size: large;">S</span>i vos no te portás bien,<br /></div><div style="color: red;">le digo a los Reyes Magos<br /></div><div style="color: red;">que te dejen sin regalo<br /></div><div style="color: red;">y te quedas sin el tren!...<br /></div><div style="color: red;">es que mi vieja, también, <br /></div><div style="color: red;">un poco se aprovechaba...!<br /></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: large;">por que esa noche llegaban</span><br /></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: large;">los Tres Reyes de Belén!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: blue;">La carta la había mandado<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">sin faltas de ortografía,<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">así los reyes veían<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">de que era un chico aplicado.<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">Hice todos los mandados,<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">me lave hasta las orejas,<br /></div><div style="color: blue;">porque ese día mi vieja<br /></div><div style="color: orange;">me tenia acorralado.<br /></div><div style="color: orange;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">La luna hacia brillar</span><br /></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">el lustre de mis zapatos...</span><br /></div><div style="color: orange;">Y si ellos fueran chicatos <br /></div><div style="color: orange;">¿Quién les podía avisar?<br /></div><div style="color: orange;">Por eso al irme a acostar, <br /></div><span style="color: orange;">puse la almohada a los</span> <span style="color: #c27ba0;">pies</span><br /><div style="color: #c27ba0;">y me acosté del revés<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">para poder vigilar...<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">¡Cuando más lo precisaba<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">me vengo a quedar dormido!<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">Me desperté a los maullidos<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">del gato de la encargada...<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">Ya entraba la madrugada<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">y un trencito, el más diquero,<br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0;">del umbral me saludaba...<br /></div><br /><div style="color: red;">Lo habían dejado de frente<br /></div><div style="color: red;">Ya listo para marchar...<br /></div><div style="color: red;">con él me iba a despertar <br /></div><div style="color: red;">a mi madre alegremente<br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">¡Que alegría que uno siente!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">- explicarlo yo no puedo-</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">¡ Unas ganas de ser bueno,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de ser bueno hasta la muerte</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: orange;">Al que dejaron sin nada <br /></div><div style="color: orange;">fue al hijo de la de al lado...<br /></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡Como se habrían olvidado!</span><br /></div><div style="color: orange;">Siempre “muy bueno” sacaba...<br /></div><div style="color: orange;">Con nosotros no jugaba<br /></div><div style="color: orange;">porque en seguida tosía,<br /></div><div style="color: orange;">y los reyes no sabían <br /></div><div style="color: orange;">que el padre no trabajaba...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="color: #999999;">Yo comprendí su dolor<br /></div><div style="color: #999999;">Cuando me vio con el tren:<br /></div><div style="color: #999999;">Se acerco a mirarlo bien<br /></div><div style="color: #999999;">Y después lo acaricio...<br /></div><div style="color: #ffd966;">A mi me daba calor<br /></div><div style="color: #ffd966;">de que me viera jugar <br /></div><div style="color: #ffd966;">Y en casa lo invité a entrar<br /></div><div style="color: #ffd966;">Y él también se divirtió...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="color: #6aa84f;">¡Cuantos Reyes han pasado <br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">por la puerta de mi vida.<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">Y a mí alma dolorida<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">Cuantas veces la he dejado<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">como un zapato gastado,<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">esperando a su Melchor<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">que le dejara el amor<br /></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;">para un mundo envenenado!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esta noche por los cielos </span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">llegarán los Reyes Magos;</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">vendrán trayendo regalos </span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">a los chicos que son buenos,</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero hay otros pibes buenos </span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">en otro lado de la tierra,</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">que por culpa de una guerra...</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡no han de pasar los camellos!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: magenta;">Señor: yo aprendí a rezar<br /></div><div style="color: magenta;">Arrodillado con mi vieja;<br /></div><div style="color: magenta;">Si nunca te fui con quejas <br /></div>hoy me tenes que escuchar:<br />¿Por qué tienen que pagar <br /><div style="color: #f4cccc;">esos pibes inocentes,<br /></div><div style="color: #f4cccc;">de que en el mundo haya gente<br /></div><div style="color: #f4cccc;">que sólo piensa en matar?<br /></div><br /><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ellos ¿qué saben de guerras?...</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡ellos quieren Reyes Magos!</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡y ellos, en vez de regalos </span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">tienen un miedo que aterra!</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Si vos pararas la guerra,</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">pasarían los camellos.</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡Yo te lo pido por ellos!</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡por los pibes de mi tierra!</span><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Héctor Gagliardi</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S0VPgLXglYI/AAAAAAAAADw/hepacyYgOYM/s1600-h/camino%2520a%2520la%2520esperanza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/S0VPgLXglYI/AAAAAAAAADw/hepacyYgOYM/s320/camino%2520a%2520la%2520esperanza.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /> <strike> Ruthy... </strike><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4232852310801239131?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-56553477654439514522009-12-27T13:40:00.001-08:002009-12-27T13:46:53.841-08:00Hagamos sonar las copas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SzfVhHInLpI/AAAAAAAAADo/iHzKde5lxoI/s1600-h/decopas.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SzfVhHInLpI/AAAAAAAAADo/iHzKde5lxoI/s400/decopas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420035441391251090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Y si, se termina el año.. y lógicamente deseo lo mismo que todos "que el que viene sea mejor"...Esperemos que si!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Aprendamos a disfrutar de las cosas simples y hermosas que nos da la vida ...para que este año 2010[uhau! increíble que pase tan rápido,ja!]sea un gran recuerdo !y si lloramos en algún momento que sea solo de alegría!!.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Saludos !</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >p.d: Y hasta siempre 2009!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5655347765443951452?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-36201689524558111132009-12-05T19:09:00.000-08:002010-10-02T19:52:05.346-07:00...<strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>¡¡<span style="color: #ff6600;">FlO</span><span style="color: #66cccc;">rEs</span>,</strong><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong> </strong><span style="color: #6633ff;"><strong>CoL</strong>oReS</span>... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: red;">f</span>Lo<span style="color: #cc66cc;"><strong>Re</strong>S</span> <span style="color: #ffcc66;">c<span style="color: #33ffff;">Ol</span><strong>Or</strong>Es...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color: #33cc00;">F<strong><span style="font-size: 180%;">lOrEs,</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size: 180%;"> Co</span></strong><span style="color: yellow;">LoRe</span>S!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img alt="Flashing Graphics" border="0" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/animatedphotos/22.gif" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3620168952455811113?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-44931228961052025952009-12-03T19:13:00.000-08:002009-12-03T19:23:26.207-08:00¡pEnSANdO EN miRAR!...{observemos}**<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411214922760585266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/Sxh_TWpwADI/AAAAAAAAADI/b_-IzlN4Qmk/s320/IMG1213A.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#33cc00;">M</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ir</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">dAs </span><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/Sxh_Fw5BYyI/AAAAAAAAADA/ux7CbRB0Ea4/s1600-h/IMG1212A.jpg"></a><br /><br /> <span style="color:#cc66cc;"> tApAndo</span><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411214926798392786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/Sxh_TlscDdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/decu1_fJ8Ws/s320/IMG1212A.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#66cccc;">A</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">l</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">SOL...</span><br /><div></div><br /><br /> **<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4493122896105202595?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-47540015042597513282009-11-04T16:00:00.000-08:002009-11-04T16:52:49.108-08:00///******** V i d a ********///<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400415923464139266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SvIhq3VxcgI/AAAAAAAAACo/EQqqF_y7pgk/s320/coloresconchaplin.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">a perdoné errores casi imperdonables,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">traté de sustituir personas insustituibles</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y olvidar personas inolvidables</span>.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">a hice cosas por impulso,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya me decepcioné de personas </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">que pensé nunca me descepcionarían,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">más también yo decepcioné a alguien.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">a abracé para proteger,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya reí cuando no podía,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya hice amigos eternos,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya amé y fui amado,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">pero también fui rechazado,</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ya fui amado y no supe amar</span>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">a grité y salté de tanta felicidad,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya viví de amor e hice juramentos eternos,</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pero también fallé {"rompí la cara"} muchas veces!<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">a lloré escuchando música y viendo fotos,</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya llamé sólo para escuchar una voz,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya me apasioné por una sonrisa,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ya pensé que moriría de tanta tristeza y...<br />...tuve miedo de perder a alguien especial</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">{y terminé perdiéndolo}</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Mas, sobreviví!!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Y todavía vivo!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">o paso por la vida...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">y vos tampoco deberías pasar... Viví!!!<br />Es bueno ir a la lucha con determinación,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">abrazar la vida con pasión,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">perder con clase y vencer con osadía,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">porque el mundo pertenece a quien se atreve</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span>...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>A <span style="font-size:180%;">V</span>I<span style="font-size:180%;">D</span>A <span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>S <span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>U<span style="font-size:180%;">C</span>H<span style="font-size:180%;">O</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">para ser insignificante!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br />(Charles Chaplin)...<br /><br /><br /><br />{Simplemente hermoso}...<br /><br />Ruthy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-4754001504259751328?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-29602680736786177092009-11-03T18:55:00.000-08:002010-10-02T19:52:38.579-07:00Mmmm!<a href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank" title="imagenes para Hi5"><img alt="imagenes para Hi5" border="0" src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=2361325fdd4864abd3e1409503c89d8f.gif" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Y</span> así</span> <span style="color: #cc0000;">vivimos ...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;">C</span>orriendo ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">{dale,dale,dale}...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2960268073678617709?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-69516969754950088262009-10-31T17:25:00.000-07:002009-10-31T17:47:37.834-07:00¡ FlAsHeS !<a title="imagenes para blogspot" href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank"><img alt="imagenes para blogspot" src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=734a18ef02824a8a07ad4b6c9cb12b26.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>R</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">e</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">t</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">r</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">a</span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">t</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">e</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">m</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">s </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">os</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">o</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">m</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">e</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">n</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">t</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>s</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">.</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">.</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6951696975495008826?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-55195231475271499182009-10-27T17:09:00.000-07:002009-10-27T17:18:14.581-07:00LlOrAr PoR uNa CaNcIóN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SueMAUjEhzI/AAAAAAAAACg/PlE7VjRd9bw/s1600-h/idola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SueMAUjEhzI/AAAAAAAAACg/PlE7VjRd9bw/s400/idola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397436615570523954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >U</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">na voz para la eternidad, para compartir momentos, para reflexionar,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">para sentir, para escuchar, para reír, para llorar, para gritar y susurrar...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >U</span>na voz para recordar ,<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">UNA VOZ PARA LA ETERNIDAD<span style="font-size:180%;">...!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-5519523147527149918?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-73068026607169642942009-10-18T14:55:00.000-07:002009-10-18T15:37:52.216-07:00****.... FeLiZ dIa MaAaA ....****<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StuYnBdoeqI/AAAAAAAAACI/G4KbWzcncdw/s1600-h/IMG0117A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072774881344162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StuYnBdoeqI/AAAAAAAAACI/G4KbWzcncdw/s320/IMG0117A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong><a title="imagenes para Hi5" href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank"><img alt="imagenes para Hi5" src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=95ddaa181b87072dfbeeeaa35aec3376.gif" border="0" /></a></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong>Gracias por tu ternura y amor incondicional...<br /><br />Que sea un hermoso dia para vos mamisss [este y todos los que siguen]!!<br /><br />Sabes que te amoOoO y te lo digo siempre...<br /><br />Miles de Besotes!</strong></em></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><a href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank" title="imagenes para blogspot"><img src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=dead953dbdab4bab23873bbf7069a56d.gif" alt="imagenes para blogspot" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-7306802660716964294?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-4682684999367688842009-10-14T20:21:00.000-07:002009-10-14T20:33:06.637-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaVfx4ViCI/AAAAAAAAABY/jWL-3wVOxZ8/s1600-h/IMG0706A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaVfx4ViCI/AAAAAAAAABY/jWL-3wVOxZ8/s400/IMG0706A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392661977020860450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaV4PxuwbI/AAAAAAAAABo/_t3oFMnRflU/s1600-h/IMG0716A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaV4PxuwbI/AAAAAAAAABo/_t3oFMnRflU/s320/IMG0716A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392662397363077554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si no creyera en la balanza</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> en la razón del equilibrio</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si no creyera en el delirio</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> si no creyera en la esperanza ...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaXgzZOJpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kB3dFPRxFMA/s1600-h/IMG0712A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StaXgzZOJpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kB3dFPRxFMA/s320/IMG0712A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392664193630348946" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-468268499936768884?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-90644349947876230342009-10-12T11:59:00.001-07:002009-10-12T11:59:37.659-07:00<a href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank" title="imagenes para blogger"><img src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=95fa8483f42af65080f5e2722bab7b10.gif" alt="imagenes para blogger" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-9064434994787623034?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-26141727306917018182009-10-12T11:45:00.000-07:002009-10-12T11:56:50.279-07:00Disfrutemos ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StN76LMQHeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/obFw8t7n8yE/s1600-h/afremovballoon_festival_by_leonidafremov.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391789418259422690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StN76LMQHeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/obFw8t7n8yE/s320/afremovballoon_festival_by_leonidafremov.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/StN5xOjbA1I/AAAAAAAAABI/Ty0CUpb85uE/s1600-h/afremovballoon_festival_by_leonidafremov.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Soñar a través de una imagen...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Volar con la imaginación...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Crear ilusiones...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>********************************</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>[Esta obra de Leonid Afremov produce todos esto ,antes dicho, y más] ...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-2614172730691701818?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-31473233703914311322009-10-04T18:44:00.000-07:002009-10-04T19:03:05.538-07:00PoRqUe PuDo HoNrAr La VoZ cOn El CaNtO...<object width="384" height="313"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPNPPpEDx38&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPNPPpEDx38&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="313" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><br />Video de "barro tal vez"<br />[spinetta y mercedes sosa]====>grandes músicos!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hay tanta pequeña vanidad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">en nuestra tonta humanidad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">enceguecida.</span><br /><br />Porque en su voz se destacó el significado de cada palabra...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Eso de durar y transcurrir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no nos da derecho a presumir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">porque no es lo mismo que vivir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">honrar la vida!</span><br /><br />Porque pudo honrar su vida...<br /><br />Y hacernos emocionar (hasta la risa o las lagrimas)...<br /><br />Una gran voz sin fronteras...<br /><br /><br />Mercedes Sosa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-3147323370391431132?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-18680886813721615832009-10-04T18:36:00.000-07:002009-10-18T14:53:28.685-07:00La CaNcIoN eS uRgEnTe...<a href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank" title="imagenes para blogger"><br /><img src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=1ae29a9b34a289543885cbf81cda33b1.gif" alt="imagenes para blogger" border="0"></a<br /><br /><br />La canción es urgente,<br />es un río creciendo,<br />una flecha en el aire,<br />es amor combatiendo<br /><br />Quiero dártela ahora<br />que es la hora del fuego,<br />que es la hora del grito<br />que es la hora del pueblo<br /><br />Que nos una amorosa,<br />que nos pegue en el pecho,<br />que si vamos cantando<br />no podrán detenernos<br /><br />Que tu voz la levante,<br />que la suelte en el viento<br />y que suene a victoria<br />cuando rompa el silencio<br /><br />Que tu voz la levante,<br />que la suelte en el viento<br />y que suene a victoria<br />cuando rompa el silencio<br /><br />La canción es simiente,<br />es de barro y de cielo,<br />es semilla y espiga,<br />es futuro y recuerdo<br /><br />La canción es urgente,<br />va y viene compartiendo<br />con dolor y alegría<br />el mismísimo sueño<br /><br />Quiero dártela ahora<br />con las ganas que tengo<br />con el nombre de todos<br />los que no se rindieron<br /><br />Que tu voz la levante,<br />que la suelte en el viento,<br />y que suene a victoria<br />cuando rompa el silencio<br /><br />Que tu voz la levante,<br />que la suelte en el viento,<br />y que suene a victoria<br />cuando rompa el silencio<br />Y que suene a victoria<br />cuando rompa el silencio...<br /><br />De Teresa Parodi, interpreteda [infinidad de veces] por Mercedes Sosa..!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1868088681372161583?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-69953057925178887782009-10-03T19:34:00.001-07:002009-10-03T19:34:50.607-07:00<a href="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/Blogs/" target="_blank" title="imagenes para blog"><br /><img src="http://www.imagenes-gratis.net/showthumb.php?image=1ab2fe2bc16d84fb24e2b2ffe81bb3b4.gif" alt="imagenes para blog" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6995305792517888778?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-60190042668624289162009-10-03T17:06:00.000-07:002009-10-03T17:43:48.366-07:00AgUa QuE nO hAs De BeBeR ... dEjAlA cOrReR ...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/Ssfu3ecUyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/tcEKZZCixXQ/s1600-h/agua.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538116004169794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/Ssfu3ecUyEI/AAAAAAAAABA/tcEKZZCixXQ/s320/agua.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Aunque cueste hay q dejar q todo fluya como el agua y el tiempo</div><br /><div>...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Porque siempre va a haber momentos en donde nos rebalsemos</div><br /><div>...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Pero luego viene la calma </div><br /><div>...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Aunque haya que buscarla</div><br /><div>...</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-6019004266862428916?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-87989844153345881332009-09-30T19:58:00.000-07:002009-09-30T20:03:30.559-07:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SsQbx8ciWTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cTzPS2GtmvA/s1600-h/100_0277.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js92CCS8U9c/SsQbx8ciWTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cTzPS2GtmvA/s320/100_0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461599095314738" border="0" /></a><br /><pre style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br />Lunes por la madrugada<br />yo cierro los ojos y veo tu cara<br />que sonríe cómplice de amor<br />días en la carretera<br />yo siento aquí dentro<br />la emoción de haber<br />dejado lo mejor<br />yo no se si en verano éste amor<br />aquí no hay luces de escena<br />y algo en mi no se serena, no<br />yo ya no comprendo nada<br />tantas caras dibujadas<br />como manchas en una pared<br />noches de melancolía<br />pateando en una ciudad vacía<br />en la oscuridad te busco a vos<br />quizás hoy si te pueda encontrar<br />mas allá de toda pena<br />siento que la vida es buena hoy<br />yo se que no es en vano este amor<br />mas allá de toda pena<br />siento que la vida es buena hoy</span></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-8798984415334588133?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361084652001980490.post-14917278401965759352009-09-30T10:17:00.000-07:002009-09-30T10:41:10.112-07:00Eh AqUi El PoRqUe DeL nOmBrE dEl BlOg...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAzjisaIGls&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAzjisaIGls&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...Temazo de De Michele y Erausquin...<br /><br /><br /> Besos coloridos (y de papel, ja!!) para todos!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361084652001980490-1491727840196575935?l=girasolessdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthy...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14751700130226702989noreply@blogger.com0