<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212</id><updated>2011-12-10T10:51:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Primun Vivere, Deinde Philosophari :.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-3950874742364482938</id><published>2011-12-09T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:51:14.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;En ocasiones necesitamos sacar fuerza de donde no la hay&lt;br /&gt;necesitamos ser más racionales, conscientes, realistas&lt;br /&gt;dejar a un lado lo que nos gustaría hacer o decir&lt;br /&gt;en virtud de lo que a la larga es mejor&lt;br /&gt;dejar a un lado lo que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;en virtud de no dañar al otro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-3950874742364482938?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/3950874742364482938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/12/en-ocasiones-necesitamos-sacar-fuerza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/3950874742364482938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/3950874742364482938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/12/en-ocasiones-necesitamos-sacar-fuerza.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-8947432350173327339</id><published>2011-11-18T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T16:01:05.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzDBurm5C-I/Tsbxgs2u4gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/G2FEf7Ywa7M/s1600/realista.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzDBurm5C-I/Tsbxgs2u4gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/G2FEf7Ywa7M/s320/realista.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676489924445921794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El realista sabe lo que quiere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;el idealista quiere lo que sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El idealista sabe querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;el realista quiere saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-8947432350173327339?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/8947432350173327339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-realista-sabe-lo-que-quiere-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/8947432350173327339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/8947432350173327339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-realista-sabe-lo-que-quiere-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzDBurm5C-I/Tsbxgs2u4gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/G2FEf7Ywa7M/s72-c/realista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-9092601175029142825</id><published>2011-06-19T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:54:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icaskrrcrBs/Tf5Fc79PnjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/brGyWhbDhRM/s1600/velero.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icaskrrcrBs/Tf5Fc79PnjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/brGyWhbDhRM/s320/velero.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620005748438179378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Cuan fuerte eres&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Cuan valiente eres&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Cuan hombre eres&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Golpe tras golpe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Lagrima tras lagrima&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tus dotes esparces&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Cual marea agitada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Que azota y azota&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Contra el velero inerme...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¡Viva tu bravura!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-9092601175029142825?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/9092601175029142825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/06/cuan-fuerte-eres-cuan-valiente-eres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/9092601175029142825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/9092601175029142825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/06/cuan-fuerte-eres-cuan-valiente-eres.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icaskrrcrBs/Tf5Fc79PnjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/brGyWhbDhRM/s72-c/velero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-116178670694525311</id><published>2011-01-06T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:08:04.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TSY9PUZU6DI/AAAAAAAAA1M/s9PGrEripCI/s1600/Fatin%2Blatour%2Bonda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TSY9PUZU6DI/AAAAAAAAA1M/s9PGrEripCI/s400/Fatin%2Blatour%2Bonda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198123417724978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tengo miedo de que vaya a más&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tengo miedo de arrepentirme&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tengo miedo de pasarlo mal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;De sufrir, de llorar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;De no saber cuándo ni cómo va a acabar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Porque algún día acabará&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;y seré yo la que lo pase mal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Seré yo la inútil esperanzada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;que por no ser amante de la incertidumbre&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;se tire sin manguitos a la mar  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Y entre el meneo de aquí para allá&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;deje pasar por alto su dignidad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;y se rebaje al fondo de la tempestad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;de donde cuesta tanto escapar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Pero ante la ignorancia de que me deparará&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;si soy fuerte y no cedo al mar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;temo, temo y remo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;meditándolo una vez más&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Y cuando mis brazos no sientan ya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;tendré que determinar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;que es lo que quiero de verdad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-116178670694525311?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/116178670694525311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/01/tengo-miedo-de-que-vaya-mas-tengo-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/116178670694525311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/116178670694525311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2011/01/tengo-miedo-de-que-vaya-mas-tengo-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TSY9PUZU6DI/AAAAAAAAA1M/s9PGrEripCI/s72-c/Fatin%2Blatour%2Bonda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-4305171877514397777</id><published>2010-12-25T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:30:26.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y el escenario del mundo sigue siendo el mismo aunque sea navidad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Los &lt;b&gt;500 millones &lt;/b&gt;de personas más ricas, el &lt;b&gt;7% &lt;/b&gt;de la población mundial, son responsables del &lt;b&gt;50% &lt;/b&gt;de las emisiones contaminantes. El &lt;b&gt;50%&lt;/b&gt; más pobre es responsable sólo del &lt;b&gt;7%&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;El &lt;b&gt;60%&lt;/b&gt; de los ecosistemas del planeta están dañados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;El&lt;b&gt; 20%&lt;/b&gt; de la corteza terrestre está degradada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Deforestación, conversión de tierras, desertificación, alteraciones de los sistemas de agua dulce, sobreexplotación de los recursos marinos, contaminación y pérdida de la diversidad biológica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;La utilización exacerbada de la tierra sobrepasa en un &lt;b&gt;30%&lt;/b&gt; la capacidad para regenerarla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;El ingreso total de los &lt;b&gt;500&lt;/b&gt; individuos más ricos del mundo es superior al ingreso de los &lt;b&gt;416 millones&lt;/b&gt; de personas más pobres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Los &lt;b&gt;2800 millones&lt;/b&gt; de personas que viven en la pobreza, con menos de 2 dólares al día y que representan el &lt;b&gt;40%&lt;/b&gt; de la población global, obtienen sólo el &lt;b&gt;5%&lt;/b&gt; del ingreso mundial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Mueren al año unos &lt;b&gt;99,9 millones &lt;/b&gt;de niños antes de alcanzar el quinto año de vida, y el &lt;b&gt;99,9% &lt;/b&gt;de estas muertes ocurren en los países más pobres. La mortalidad infantil es de &lt;b&gt;47&lt;/b&gt; muertes por cada &lt;b&gt;1000&lt;/b&gt; nacidos vivos, pero es de solo &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; por cada &lt;b&gt;1000&lt;/b&gt; en los países ricos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;La esperanza de vida en el planeta es de&lt;b&gt; 67 años&lt;/b&gt;. En los países ricos es de &lt;b&gt;79&lt;/b&gt;, mientras que en alguno de los países pobres es de sólo &lt;b&gt;40 años&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1100 millones &lt;/b&gt;de habitantes sin acceso al agua potable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2600 millones&lt;/b&gt; sin servicio de saneamiento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cada 15 segundos un niño muerto&lt;/b&gt;, por falta de acceso a agua potable y saneamiento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="inherit" size="12px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Más de &lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;0 millones &lt;/b&gt;de analfabetos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1020 millones&lt;/b&gt; de personas hambrientas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Y siguiendo a Leonardo Boff, la causa de todo esto, cuál es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Es el sueño de buscar la felicidad a través de la acumulación material, y del progreso sin fin usando para eso la ciencia y la técnica con las cuales se puede explotar de forma ilimitada todos los recursos de la tierra" ...&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Capitalismo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Navidad!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TRYbfIOq8MI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UWJAPVH_0T0/s1600/IMG_5909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TRYbfIOq8MI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UWJAPVH_0T0/s400/IMG_5909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554657412006998210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-4305171877514397777?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/4305171877514397777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2010/12/y-el-escenario-del-mundo-sigue-siendo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/4305171877514397777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/4305171877514397777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2010/12/y-el-escenario-del-mundo-sigue-siendo.html' title='Y el escenario del mundo sigue siendo el mismo aunque sea navidad.'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/TRYbfIOq8MI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UWJAPVH_0T0/s72-c/IMG_5909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-4363086626913629981</id><published>2010-04-23T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:49:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufrimos de masoquismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿De dónde habrá salido esa tendencia a hacer daño a las personas que queremos y nos quieren?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Esas personas que se preocupan por nosotros, que están ahí cuando de verdad los necesitas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Esas personas que te han dado todo lo que han podido o lo han intentado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Esas personas con las que tanto has disfrutado y te queda por disfrutar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿Porqué descargar en ellos tensiones provocadas por otros u otras situaciones que no les implican?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿Porqué herirlos si no tienen culpa?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿Porqué herirnos a nosotros mismos actuando de esta manera?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿Quizá por eso que dicen de que “la confianza da asco”?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿Quizá por que pensamos que aunque les tratemos mal seguirán ahí mañana?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quizá no pase,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quizá se cansen,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quizá se marchen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;¿A caso somos &lt;i&gt;masocas&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Será eso...&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ufrimos de masoquismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/S9GjWItjXwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xHr9gh1Uwl8/s320/DSC_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463327423668117250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-4363086626913629981?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/4363086626913629981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2010/04/sufrimos-de-masoquismo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/4363086626913629981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/4363086626913629981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2010/04/sufrimos-de-masoquismo.html' title='Sufrimos de masoquismo'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/S9GjWItjXwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xHr9gh1Uwl8/s72-c/DSC_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-2334366027935172216</id><published>2009-11-17T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:31:14.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esclavos de la presión social</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Espero el día en el que sea normal ver a una persona sin pareja a sus 20, 30 o cualquier edad, y que si estamos con una persona sea porque de verdad queremos estar con ella y no porque creamos que debemos estar con alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;¿Verdaderamente necesitamos amar a una persona y ser correspondidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Toda la vida creyendo que existe nuestra “media naranja” y que la encontraremos o ella nos encontrará a nosotros...y en realidad, no deberíamos “exprimirnos” tanto. Cada uno de nosotros ya somos una “naranja entera”, somos personas auto-suficientes en potencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Debemos saber cuando librarnos de esas mariposas que interfieren en nuestro pensamiento...en apariencia agradables y bonitas pero irreales, porque las películas de amor son ficción y, por lo tanto, el tópico de amor que nos inculcan también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dicen que el mundo está hecho de sueños, si esto fuera cierto viviríamos en la nada. Podemos ser soñadores mientras no perdamos nuestro sentido de la realidad. Y esa realidad es que no podemos depender de otra persona. Tenemos que hacernos a la idea de que somos o podríamos llegar a ser “naranjas completas” madurando por nosotros mismos hasta caer del naranjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-2334366027935172216?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/2334366027935172216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/11/esclavos-de-la-presion-social.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/2334366027935172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/2334366027935172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/11/esclavos-de-la-presion-social.html' title='Esclavos de la presión social'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-1786047835051142254</id><published>2009-10-31T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:01:54.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Necesitas creer en algo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cree en ti mismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-1786047835051142254?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/1786047835051142254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/10/necesitas-creer-en-algo-cree-en-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/1786047835051142254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/1786047835051142254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/10/necesitas-creer-en-algo-cree-en-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-8390559085233098199</id><published>2009-10-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:45:19.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;El otro día fui a objetos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;para ver si estaba mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;pero me dijeron que aún estando podrido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;otra persona lo reclamó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/St4Rt9DKjOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x4KXrllmF3g/s1600-h/tralala+029+copia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 408px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/St4Rt9DKjOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x4KXrllmF3g/s320/tralala+029+copia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394768884816055522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-8390559085233098199?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/8390559085233098199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-otro-dia-fui-objetos-perdidos-para.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/8390559085233098199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/8390559085233098199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-otro-dia-fui-objetos-perdidos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/St4Rt9DKjOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x4KXrllmF3g/s72-c/tralala+029+copia3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-3068572361505713357</id><published>2009-09-22T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:36:35.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Aprende a estar contigo mismo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SriQhBCZ5TI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oe4FpQC6Qag/s1600-h/alba_acantilado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SriQhBCZ5TI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oe4FpQC6Qag/s400/alba_acantilado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384212251410031922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;...y podrás estar con el resto del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-3068572361505713357?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/3068572361505713357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/09/aprende-estar-contigo-mismo-y-podras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/3068572361505713357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/3068572361505713357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/09/aprende-estar-contigo-mismo-y-podras.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SriQhBCZ5TI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oe4FpQC6Qag/s72-c/alba_acantilado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-2302126745453177509</id><published>2009-05-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:53:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Pesimista o realista?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-2302126745453177509?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/2302126745453177509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/pesimista-o-realista.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/2302126745453177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/2302126745453177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/pesimista-o-realista.html' title='¿Pesimista o realista?'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-5767809403436610581</id><published>2009-05-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:14:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi primer Stop Motion</title><content type='html'>No tengo mucho tiempo para escribir en el blog, pero ayer se me ocurrió hacer un stop motion y me gustaría compartirlo por aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foto a foto muevo un muñeco de madera articulado dándole vida, una vida en la que encuentra el amor, el cual, muy a nuestro pesar, no es para siempre. Llegará un momento en el que el muñequito preferiría no haber pasado por mis manos y así descansar tranquilo sin saber lo que es el desamor. Todo esto envuelto en una preciosa canción de Eliott Smith llamada "Needle in the hay" que conozco por la película "The Royal Tenembaums" (os recomiendo la b.s.o.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuZzHzW0mkc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuZzHzW0mkc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-5767809403436610581?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/5767809403436610581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-primer-stop-motion.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/5767809403436610581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/5767809403436610581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-primer-stop-motion.html' title='Mi primer Stop Motion'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-429790475714604170</id><published>2009-05-14T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:58:02.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Es la sociedad una nueva pasarela de modelos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sg0Q5ShhSsI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wzejH5jzKBQ/s1600-h/APARIENCIAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sg0Q5ShhSsI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wzejH5jzKBQ/s320/APARIENCIAS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335939709914925762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCasa%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No se si pasará en vuestros institutos, universidades, traba- jos…etc pero en mi instituto parece (y en la mayoría de casos es así) que las chicas se levanten una hora o más antes de lo normal sólo para: maquillarse, pintarse los ojos, los labios, alisarse o rizarse el pelo, hacerse un peinado, y vestirse… “super cools”. Y ahora también han empezado a hacerlo muchos chicos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No me estoy metiendo con nadie, cada uno puede ir como quiera, simplemente me pregunto por que pasará esto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;¿Que hay de malo en lo natural?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;¿Que necesidad hay de ocultarse día tras día bajo una capa de potingues?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Las apariencias parece que importan más cada día que pasa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Es una manera de decir lo poco que se valora la sociedad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somos como somos, y en mi opinión, debemos aceptarlo y no intentar buscar una solución superficial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sino, ¿como va a ser capaz la gente de apreciarnos por lo que somos y no por lo que pretendemos aparentar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-429790475714604170?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/429790475714604170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-la-sociedad-una-nueva-pasarela-de.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/429790475714604170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/429790475714604170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-la-sociedad-una-nueva-pasarela-de.html' title='¿Es la sociedad una nueva pasarela de modelos?'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sg0Q5ShhSsI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wzejH5jzKBQ/s72-c/APARIENCIAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461001515203852212.post-5032801153977578633</id><published>2009-05-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:40:56.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie en Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCasa%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Vivimos preocupándonos por nuestra &lt;u&gt;felicidad&lt;/u&gt; y, normalmente, también por la de los que nos rodean. No llego a comprender esta obsesión por ver &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;la vida de color de rosa&lt;/span&gt;. La felicidad es un concepto relativo, ya que, en muchas ocasiones lo confundimos con cosas materiales. En otras casos, lo relacionamos con estar lo más apartado posible de la soledad, ¿pero por qué estar rodeado de gente iba a hacerte más feliz?. El momento del día donde todos los pensamientos se concentran, cuando te acuestas y estás &lt;u&gt;solo&lt;/u&gt; en tu cama; no piensas lo mismo ¿verdad?. Como dice el refrán: “más vale solo, que mal acompañado”. Para mi, la felicidad consiste en sentirte bien contigo mismo, aceptando como eres con tus cosas buenas y tus cosas malas, sin depender de nada ni de nadie, ya que los seres humanos actúan por naturaleza según sus conveniencias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Por otro lado, la &lt;u&gt;soledad&lt;/u&gt; no es mala compañera, solo hay que saber cómo convivir con ella, porque, queramos o no, nos acompaña a lo largo de toda nuestra existencia. Teniendo esto presente, podemos empezar a respetarla y a no ignorarla, porque de lo contrario nos estaríamos engañando a nosotros mismos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Por lo tanto, pienso que felicidad y soledad pueden ir en el mismo lote sin influirse negativamente entre ellas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sgscp_vxvGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8Ch0_hupplc/s1600-h/ROSA-NEGRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sgscp_vxvGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8Ch0_hupplc/s320/ROSA-NEGRO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389691362524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Suena: Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461001515203852212-5032801153977578633?l=primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/feeds/5032801153977578633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vie-en-rose.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/5032801153977578633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461001515203852212/posts/default/5032801153977578633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primunbiberedeindephilosophari.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La Vie en Rose'/><author><name>Beatriz Regadera Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11854300600852055791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/SgsgSTDW_XI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOjd0Xz7b34/S220/detalle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKg_4UJgfdo/Sgscp_vxvGI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8Ch0_hupplc/s72-c/ROSA-NEGRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
