<?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-31909974</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:16:36.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas que pasan</title><subtitle type='html'>Ocurrencias de la vida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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href="http://www.fuego.do/"&gt;www.fuego.do &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1993038468265160518?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1993038468265160518/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1993038468265160518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1993038468265160518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1993038468265160518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-to-me.html' title='New to me'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5177741008935923636</id><published>2012-01-20T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:29:39.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesante</title><content type='html'>Un nuevo lugar para encontrarse una sorpresa: el chat de Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Yuli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5177741008935923636?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5046374111799604608</id><published>2012-01-18T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:26:21.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coraje</title><content type='html'>Actitudes inspiradas en el temor: fuck that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5046374111799604608?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5046374111799604608/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5046374111799604608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5046374111799604608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5046374111799604608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2012/01/coraje.html' title='Coraje'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1003619687143151362</id><published>2012-01-14T12:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:38:12.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundas Impresiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Existen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1003619687143151362?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1003619687143151362/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1003619687143151362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1003619687143151362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1003619687143151362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2012/01/segundas-impresiones.html' title='Segundas Impresiones'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3477698187007397878</id><published>2011-12-23T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:47:03.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces siento que no sé cómo he llegado a donde estoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí sé que me gusta la controversia... Can't live with out it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3477698187007397878?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3477698187007397878/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3477698187007397878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3477698187007397878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3477698187007397878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/12/veces-siento-que-no-tengo-idea-de-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1717328158744849192</id><published>2011-12-22T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:46:37.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mejor así :)</title><content type='html'>Después de una larga espera el Universo pone las cartas a nuestro favor.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no siempre son las cartas deseadas, el cambio siempre es bienvenido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecido y feliz época :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1717328158744849192?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1717328158744849192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1717328158744849192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1717328158744849192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1717328158744849192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-ahora.html' title='Mejor así :)'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6107101293051281548</id><published>2011-12-14T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:17:09.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>They come and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6107101293051281548?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6107101293051281548/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6107101293051281548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6107101293051281548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6107101293051281548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/12/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-797543807737799967</id><published>2011-11-12T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:13:38.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Consejo</title><content type='html'>Una de las cosas mas difíciles es sacar coraje para rechazar el consejo de un amigo...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que grande cuando el amigo entiende y no toma ofensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-797543807737799967?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/797543807737799967/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=797543807737799967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/797543807737799967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/797543807737799967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/consejo.html' title='Consejo'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5256127158911321560</id><published>2011-11-07T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:20:32.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>La vida tiene un manojo interesante de segundas oportunidades; muy intrigantes y muy cómicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5256127158911321560?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5256127158911321560/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5256127158911321560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5256127158911321560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5256127158911321560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6896011609018917392</id><published>2011-08-13T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:46:14.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios mio</title><content type='html'>...y cuándo es!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6896011609018917392?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6896011609018917392/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6896011609018917392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6896011609018917392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6896011609018917392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/dios-mio.html' title='Dios mio'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7487719138821363935</id><published>2011-08-09T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:32:14.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allá adentro</title><content type='html'>A final de cuentas, realmente uno no sabe lo que pasa en el interior del otro. Por más que uno asuma y presuma... o tenga tal o cual experiencia, tantísimos años, videncia divina, premoniciones y/o revelaciones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final de cuentas, realmente uno no sabe... así que tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Mejor ofrecer un abrazo con amor y todo el entendimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7487719138821363935?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7487719138821363935/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7487719138821363935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7487719138821363935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7487719138821363935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/final-de-cuentas-realmente-uno-no-sabe.html' title='Allá adentro'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1915792514339162498</id><published>2011-07-22T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:10:24.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cojones</title><content type='html'>Confío en que este es el principio de una serie de decisiones bien tomadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1915792514339162498?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1915792514339162498/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1915792514339162498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1915792514339162498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1915792514339162498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/cojones.html' title='Cojones'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-730439944063929742</id><published>2011-06-29T01:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:07:10.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amar a las personas significa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darles la libertad de ser quienes decidan ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y de estar donde decidan estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andrew Mathews -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-730439944063929742?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/730439944063929742/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=730439944063929742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/730439944063929742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/730439944063929742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/amar-las-personas-significa-darles-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4731995155644330760</id><published>2011-06-22T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:32:27.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>Knowing that everyone has to deal with their own shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4731995155644330760?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4731995155644330760/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4731995155644330760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4731995155644330760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4731995155644330760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2219863899855243905</id><published>2011-05-31T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:21:47.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me recuerda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esa canción me recuerda un momento de mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en el que yo te hacía más linda"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2219863899855243905?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2219863899855243905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2219863899855243905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2219863899855243905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2219863899855243905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-recuerda.html' title='Me recuerda...'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2672203489625835878</id><published>2011-05-15T06:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T06:02:56.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendría que estar loco</title><content type='html'>"Si usted mirara en el espejo y no le gustara lo que ve,&lt;br /&gt;tendría que estar loco para atacar a la imagen del espejo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - Eckhart Tollé -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2672203489625835878?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2672203489625835878/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2672203489625835878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2672203489625835878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2672203489625835878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/tendria-que-estar-loco.html' title='Tendría que estar loco'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4110587347794205596</id><published>2011-04-08T07:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T07:49:45.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Realmente</title><content type='html'>Las historias, siempre son víctima de la interpretación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie cuenta las cosas "como son".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4110587347794205596?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4110587347794205596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4110587347794205596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4110587347794205596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4110587347794205596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/04/realmente.html' title='Realmente'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6881134697723719530</id><published>2011-02-09T18:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:37:37.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Someone Else's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someone else's belief, you are rich and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someone else's eyes you are smart, capable and daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someone else's world of existence you have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someone else's level of experience you have already reached their &lt;br /&gt;understanding of nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your story is, you are as blessed as you are willing to &lt;br /&gt;recognize you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ David Ault ~&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6881134697723719530?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6881134697723719530/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6881134697723719530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6881134697723719530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6881134697723719530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-someone-elses-eyes.html' title='In Someone Else&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5424832342529912965</id><published>2011-02-08T16:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:38:19.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dice L. Hay</title><content type='html'>Sea la situación que sea, a lo que uno se enfrenta es a un pensamiento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         ... y los pensamientos se pueden cambiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louis. L. Hay -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5424832342529912965?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5424832342529912965/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5424832342529912965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5424832342529912965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5424832342529912965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/dice-l-hay.html' title='Dice L. Hay'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3058832892187029611</id><published>2011-01-06T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:31:34.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You might live long enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Existen dos maneras de ser feliz en esta vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una es hacerse el tonto y la otra... serlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 - Sigmund Freud -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3058832892187029611?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3058832892187029611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3058832892187029611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3058832892187029611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3058832892187029611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-vida.html' title='You might live long enough'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6410418551864429155</id><published>2011-01-06T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:53:58.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada día, a cada vuelta de la página, con cada persona que conozco, a través de las acciones que veo, a través de la gran bondad humana, entre guiños y gestos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entiendo un poquito más lo que es ser humilde... y lo lejos que estoy de serlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy caminando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6410418551864429155?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6410418551864429155/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6410418551864429155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6410418551864429155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6410418551864429155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/cada-dia-cada-vuelta-de-la-pagina-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1310131741674770446</id><published>2011-01-06T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:12:49.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El año nuevo</title><content type='html'>Trajo una enseñanza breve, pero digna de reparo y análisis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca llegas a conocer tanto a una persona, como piensas que la conoces".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1310131741674770446?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1310131741674770446/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1310131741674770446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1310131741674770446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1310131741674770446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/el-ano-nuevo.html' title='El año nuevo'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3897388943487815757</id><published>2011-01-06T00:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:32:15.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting Bottom</title><content type='html'>Que patético es caer a estruendos en el fondo,&lt;br /&gt;y utilizar los últimos recursos que sólo allí se encuentran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para colmo, empleando camuflaje, aún se es predecible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...un poco más de ingenio por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3897388943487815757?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3897388943487815757/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3897388943487815757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3897388943487815757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3897388943487815757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/hitting-bottom.html' title='Hitting Bottom'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-9041230061195719740</id><published>2010-10-28T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:21:02.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Twain's</title><content type='html'>“A person cannot be comfortable without his own approval.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Humor is mankind’s greatest blessing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-9041230061195719740?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9041230061195719740/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=9041230061195719740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/9041230061195719740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/9041230061195719740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/10/mark-twains.html' title='Mark Twain&apos;s'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2185522788757906508</id><published>2010-10-07T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:27:13.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto</title><content type='html'>Vive simplemente, ama generosamente, se solidario profundamente  y habla amablemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rick Warren -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2185522788757906508?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2185522788757906508/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2185522788757906508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2185522788757906508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2185522788757906508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/10/manifesto.html' title='Manifesto'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-875067010946540079</id><published>2010-08-29T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:33:39.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Así son las cosas</title><content type='html'>...Y esto es real&lt;br /&gt;Una historia en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Mis nuevos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin excesos ni dramas&lt;br /&gt;O todo o nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - Alex Ferreira -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-875067010946540079?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/875067010946540079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=875067010946540079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/875067010946540079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/875067010946540079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/asi-son-las-cosas.html' title='Así son las cosas'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-338270820616615742</id><published>2010-07-16T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:06:20.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olvídate de lo que ves, de lo que te dicen, de lo que haz llegado a creer&lt;br /&gt;basado en previas experiencias o antiguas cicatrices... y enfócate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verdad enfócate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todo esté calmo, las aguas apacibles, las nebulosas dispersas&lt;br /&gt;y tu espíritu tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento ¿qué sientes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-338270820616615742?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/338270820616615742/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=338270820616615742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/338270820616615742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/338270820616615742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/olvidate-de-lo-que-ves-de-lo-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-248675124880722381</id><published>2010-07-06T01:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:34:53.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeeeh</title><content type='html'>Transformar dudas, en aciertos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-248675124880722381?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/248675124880722381/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=248675124880722381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/248675124880722381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/248675124880722381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/seeeeh.html' title='Seeeeh'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-965127692069013272</id><published>2010-06-27T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:20:11.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cierto</title><content type='html'>Pensar menos y sentir más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-965127692069013272?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/965127692069013272/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=965127692069013272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/965127692069013272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/965127692069013272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/cierto.html' title='Cierto'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8454868099361885553</id><published>2009-12-01T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:11:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me doy cuenta de que...</title><content type='html'>Rara vez, haces sombra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8454868099361885553?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8454868099361885553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8454868099361885553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8454868099361885553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8454868099361885553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-doy-cuenta-de-que.html' title='Me doy cuenta de que...'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6694969211927220064</id><published>2009-10-31T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:29:35.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazos</title><content type='html'>El vínculo que une&lt;br /&gt;a tu auténtica familia&lt;br /&gt;no es de sangre, sino&lt;br /&gt;de respeto y goce mutuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es raro que&lt;br /&gt;los miembros de&lt;br /&gt;una familia se crien&lt;br /&gt;bajo el mismo techo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;                                                      -Richard Bach-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6694969211927220064?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6694969211927220064/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6694969211927220064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6694969211927220064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6694969211927220064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazos.html' title='Lazos'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5129832852285983890</id><published>2009-09-27T01:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:02:02.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ey, tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me urge decirte algo, pero no se qué es. &lt;br /&gt;Creo que simplemente son las ganas de tenerte cerca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5129832852285983890?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5129832852285983890/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5129832852285983890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5129832852285983890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5129832852285983890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/ey-tu.html' title='Ey, tú'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5107024300138140104</id><published>2009-03-06T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:07:08.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K</title><content type='html'>No sé como llegaste, cómo entraste, cómo nos conocimos, cómo nos hablamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente estabas ahí en chat; te hablé y me hablaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en un instante se abrió esa puerta, de la cual no entró ni salió nada, porque ya estábamos del otro lado, conversando hace rato.Mi querida, no nos acabamos de conocer, nos acabamos de reencontrar. Tú más joven, pero igual de interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las coincidencias no tienen lugar aquí. Esto tenía que pasar, y ahora mismo es lo más maravilloso que puede ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus rizos, tus ojos, tu voz... en perfecta armonía. Nada más, nada menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil no rendirme a ti. Es difícil seguir los pasos correctos: día 1 hablar regular, día 2 hablar más, día 6: primera cita, día 14: primer beso...&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil seguir estas reglas, cuando sé que te conozco tanto. Sabiendo que contigo estas reglas son inútiles, no existen. Es difícil no decirte que me encantas (sí lo dije).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas cosas son difíciles, pero ser yo mismo, contigo, me resulta fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenida a mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Estás invitada a tocar mis cosas, a hojear mis páginas, a ver a través de mis ojos y a escribir los momentos en que te miro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5107024300138140104?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5107024300138140104/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5107024300138140104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5107024300138140104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5107024300138140104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-k.html' title='Special K'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-629722666941849375</id><published>2009-01-29T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:19:59.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un poco de ahora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;Del librito que me estoy leyendo ahora, encontré algo que me movió:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y dijo en el fondo de su alma: "Será un Portento Infinito, si es esa tu voluntad, que apartes de mí este cáliz, que me ahorres esta tarea imposible. No puedo vivir las vidas de los demás, y sin embargo diez mil personas me lo suplican. Lamento haber permitido que sucediera todo esto. Si esa es tu voluntad, autorízame a volver a mis motores y a mis herramientas, y a vivir como todos los hombres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y una voz le habló en las alturas, una voz que no era ni masculina ni femenina, poderosa ni suave, sino infinitamente bondadosa. Y la voz ledijo: "No se hará mi voluntad sino la tuya. Porque lo que tú deseas es lo que yo deseo de ti. Sigue tu camino como los otros hombres; y que seas feliz en la tierra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Ilusiones -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Richard Bach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31909974-629722666941849375?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/629722666941849375/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=629722666941849375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/629722666941849375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/629722666941849375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-poco-de-ahora.html' title='Un poco de ahora'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-756859886012798075</id><published>2009-01-22T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:38:06.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me encanta la gente</title><content type='html'>Me encanta la gente que cuando piensa algo se atreve a hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente con coraje, aquellos que se atreven a vivir &lt;br /&gt;sin prejuicios y como les parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que desafía (justamente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente que sabe decir "NO" cuando lo siente, sin escurrirse, y &lt;br /&gt;mirándote fijamente a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que tiene valor y que no esconde cosas, que es &lt;br /&gt;clara y que cree en lo que piensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que se quiere, porque están seguros de ellos &lt;br /&gt;mismos, de su rostro, de su cuerpo, de las aptitudes y facultades &lt;br /&gt;que les fueron dadas ( y de aquellas que "les fueron quitadas").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que al estar uno, al lado de ellos, los &lt;br /&gt;sientes firmes como pilares. Con energías sólidas, enfocados en el &lt;br /&gt;momento y no dispersos en los ayeres y mañanas. Me encanta la &lt;br /&gt;gente que vive aquí y ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que se queda cosas con seguridad, con &lt;br /&gt;firmeza, con fé; no por cobardía, sino por simplemente entender &lt;br /&gt;que tal vez no sea el tiempo de ciertas cosas. Me encanta la gente &lt;br /&gt;sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que no dice "tengo fé", sino que a cada paso &lt;br /&gt;que dan, el mismo Espíritu de La Tierra lo reconoce. No es &lt;br /&gt;necesario expresar con palabras aquello que se puede oír con el &lt;br /&gt;corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que sabe cuando están de más las cosas. La &lt;br /&gt;gente con balance. La gente que aún sin estarlo tienen tantas &lt;br /&gt;ganas de aprender que sudan devoción y humildad. Esto ablanda &lt;br /&gt;grandemente cualquier corazón, cualquier alma. Ese momento es tan &lt;br /&gt;intenso como un amanecer y no lo cambiaría por nada en el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente "con Norte", como dice mi Maestra. También &lt;br /&gt;siento increíble afecto por aquellos que aún sin Norte, ya &lt;br /&gt;compraron su brújula en el mercado de pulgas de la sabiduría y &lt;br /&gt;están descifrando cómo usarla(con o sin ayuda, pero ya empezaron).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta, con especial admiración, la gente que sabe acercarse y &lt;br /&gt;decir de corazón: "perdóname, obré mal. Intentémoslo de nuevo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente cuyos valores son como arrecifes. Bellísimos &lt;br /&gt;de admirar, y si los desafías, te cortan. Moldeados a perfección &lt;br /&gt;por la marea y los años, y así, son inquebrantables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que no es ni más ni menos, simplemente "es", y &lt;br /&gt;siendo ellos mismos, a la vez, sencillos y pura luz, son capaces &lt;br /&gt;de interactuar en todos los niveles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que no excluye, que no resta. Que ve todo y a &lt;br /&gt;todos como una sola cosa (como es realmente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la gente que se ve en el otro, y que por ello, trata a &lt;br /&gt;los demás como le gustaría que lo tratasen, POR MÁS DIFÍCIL QUE &lt;br /&gt;SEA (y lo es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me encanta este tipo de gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-756859886012798075?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/756859886012798075/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=756859886012798075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/756859886012798075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/756859886012798075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-encanta-la-gente.html' title='Me encanta la gente'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8948762592464430821</id><published>2008-11-23T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:59:50.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POWERS</title><content type='html'>Some are just born with them... and the rest, well, have to work to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8948762592464430821?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8948762592464430821/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8948762592464430821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8948762592464430821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8948762592464430821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/powers.html' title='POWERS'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2129070734274861618</id><published>2008-11-09T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:20:07.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment</title><content type='html'>The past is history, the future a mistery... but the present... this my friend is A GIFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2129070734274861618?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6504260803772095900</id><published>2008-11-02T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:39:30.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizás</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...forzaste quizás demasiado los lazos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pensando que en eso consiste el amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en dar sin medir el calor de un abrazo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quien sabe que fue lo que pasó".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                             -Pedrito Guerra-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6504260803772095900?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7308257219710310450</id><published>2008-10-25T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:58:16.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"La alegría tiene la simpatía de la magia..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                -Facundo Cabral-&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/31909974-7308257219710310450?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7308257219710310450/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7308257219710310450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7308257219710310450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7308257219710310450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote_25.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5439390687021412805</id><published>2008-10-24T10:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:49:07.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para los récords</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoy es prueba de que eres una gran artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haz pintado mis momentos, mis brisas y mis lluvias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haz matizado mis defectos y retocado las deficiencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eres la autora de este gran capítulo de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haz dado grandes giros a esta historia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;y sin saberlo, también has escrito la tuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El Universo sabe que esto no pasará desapercibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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récords'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-384203332756451686</id><published>2008-10-16T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:17:29.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hellen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-384203332756451686?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/384203332756451686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=384203332756451686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/384203332756451686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/384203332756451686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2108233961979690012</id><published>2008-10-13T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:57:24.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las personas...</title><content type='html'>...podrán olvidar lo que tú dices, y hasta lo que alguna vez hiciste... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pero nunca podrán olvidar cómo las hiciste sentir.&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/31909974-2108233961979690012?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2108233961979690012/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2108233961979690012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2108233961979690012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2108233961979690012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/las-personas.html' title='Las personas...'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6994210188448313991</id><published>2008-10-05T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:38:37.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Una tradición Antigua</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enseñar Afecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;el cual no se finge ni se enseña como cátedra, pero sí se educa para recibir, entender y dar.&lt;br /&gt;Las familias más antiguas  tenían por consigna heredar a sus hijos bienes y materias,&lt;br /&gt;pero también el ejemplo y las buenas acciones. Esto se lograba haciendo y estando consciente&lt;br /&gt;de que la nueva generación lo aprendiera, lo viera, y lo difundiera. Tenían que estar seguros,&lt;br /&gt;dedicaban tiempo a sus hijos, los educaban, los adiestraban en este fino arte del afecto, del dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que sólo los luminosos nacen con capacidad de dar infinitamente. Los roles y la sociedad, impiden el desarrollo celeste de la parte espiritual del ser humano. Sin conciencia somos dadivosos, al adquirirla diezmamos. Es preciso saber y entender la acción de dar, que también comprende el darnos. Dar nuestro esfuerzo, nuestro tiempo, nuestros consejos, nuestro aprobamiento... sin medidas, sin reproches, sin barreras. Dar con derroche, como si fuese el último día, y pasar el ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar es dar. Es colocarnos, sentirnos en el lugar del otro, en sus mismísimos zapatos. Es lanzarse al abismo, al frio, a las noches oscuras, a los torrentes del otro, de nuestro semejante, del que está al lado o al frente de nosotros. Es sentir lo que está sintiendo. Establecer una conexión espiritual, alma con alma. Lo tuyo es mío y lo mío es tuyo. Es poder decir lo siento, es entender con el alma, no con la mente, es escuchar con el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan fino como un arte porque los sentidos, después de estar físicamente al máximo, deben agudizarse más. En el plano material esto ya no es posible. Lo divino entra en juego y sólo sucede cuando nuestro corazón está abierto de par en par. Sin pestillos, ni llavines, ni velos, ni pasadizos. Es permitir toda energía fluir enfocada en el otro y recibir, sentir. Estar en contacto con las profundidades claras y oscuras del prójimo, aceptarlas y entender. Estas son sus batallas internas, sus dualidades, sus indecisiones, sus miedos e intrigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto se enseña y se procura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6994210188448313991?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6994210188448313991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6994210188448313991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6994210188448313991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6994210188448313991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/una-tradicin-antigua.html' title='Una tradición Antigua'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8202740928823501235</id><published>2008-09-15T02:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:54:13.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Una frasesita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...lo manifiesto tan y tan alto, que la vida abre camino entre mis pasos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8202740928823501235?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8202740928823501235/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8202740928823501235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8202740928823501235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8202740928823501235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/09/una-frasesita.html' title='Una frasesita'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-843592523066354830</id><published>2008-06-19T18:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:31:50.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Danny The Dog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SFrsTndIr2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/gbQSIQ_cIDw/s1600-h/vlcsnap-268073.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SFrsTndIr2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/gbQSIQ_cIDw/s400/vlcsnap-268073.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213739340387626850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas, de las tantas cosas chulas que tiene la movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think that because pianos are so big and strong you can go punding them any way you want. But that's just wrong. Pianos are a lot like people. When you pound a person they get out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and I are not big on asking questions. We figure that when a person is ready, he'll give his own answears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like self discovery to turn a boy into a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what families do, they stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-843592523066354830?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/843592523066354830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=843592523066354830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/843592523066354830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/843592523066354830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/danny-dog.html' title='&quot;Danny The Dog&quot;'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SFrsTndIr2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/gbQSIQ_cIDw/s72-c/vlcsnap-268073.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4236152954661374414</id><published>2008-06-14T18:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:32:52.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all we have to decide is what to do with the time that has been given to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31909974-4236152954661374414?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4236152954661374414/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4236152954661374414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4236152954661374414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4236152954661374414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2650191725040300809</id><published>2008-06-07T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:48:25.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Osho ta loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEsCD5VnMPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7ySaR_L1QyU/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEsCD5VnMPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7ySaR_L1QyU/s400/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209259659938443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que enseño puede parecer contradictorio, pero es la verdad de la vida. La contradicción es inherente a la vida. Te enseño a ser egoísta para que luego puedas quedarte sin yo. Te enseño a ser un perfecto egoísta. No lo ocultes, pues, si lo haces, aparece la hipocresía. Y no combatas el fenómeno inmaduro. Déjalo madurar y ayúdalo: llévalo a su máximo punto! No temas: no hay nada que temer. Este es el modo en que llegarás a descubrir la agonía del yo. Cuando llegue a su punto máximo, entonces no necesitarás a Buda ni a mi para que te digamos que el yo es el infierno. Lo sabrás, porque el punto máximo del yo será el punto máximo de tus expectativas infernales, será una pesadilla. Y entonces no habrá necesidad de que nadie te diga que lo abandones; será difícil cargar con él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracto de "Mi camino"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2650191725040300809?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2650191725040300809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2650191725040300809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2650191725040300809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2650191725040300809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/osho-ta-loco.html' title='Osho ta loco'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEsCD5VnMPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7ySaR_L1QyU/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2599948234921690896</id><published>2008-06-05T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:39:45.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para no sabotear nuestra felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida. En la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.&lt;br /&gt;No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más. Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,&lt;br /&gt;de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería menos higiénico. Correría más riesgos,&lt;br /&gt;haría mas viajes, contemplaría mas atardeceres, subiría más montañas, nadaría mas ríos.&lt;br /&gt;Iría a mas lugares adonde nunca he ido, comería mas helados y menos habas, tendría mas problemas reales y menos imaginarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;&lt;br /&gt;claro que tuve momentos de alegría... Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría de tener&lt;br /&gt;solamente buenos momentos. Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida, sólo de momentos;&lt;br /&gt;no te pierdas el ahora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo era uno de esos que nunca iba a ninguna parte sin un termómetro, una bolsa de agua caliente,&lt;br /&gt;un paraguas y un paracaídas; si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano. Si pudiera volver a vivir comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios de la primavera y seguiría así hasta concluir el otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daría mas vueltas en calesita, contemplaría más amaneceres y jugaría con más niños, si tuviera otra vez la vida por delante. Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años y se que me estoy muriendo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31909974-2599948234921690896?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2599948234921690896/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2599948234921690896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2599948234921690896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2599948234921690896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-no-sabotear-nuestra-felicidad.html' title='Para no sabotear nuestra felicidad'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4935233791048752503</id><published>2008-06-04T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:49:03.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE BELLEZA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;MI ULTIMA ADQUISICIÓN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcbv2jhCpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GnOC70XETXE/s1600-h/DSC00521_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcbv2jhCpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GnOC70XETXE/s400/DSC00521_resize.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208162002989550226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4935233791048752503?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4935233791048752503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4935233791048752503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4935233791048752503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4935233791048752503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-belleza.html' title='QUE BELLEZA!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcbv2jhCpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GnOC70XETXE/s72-c/DSC00521_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1302029542934534229</id><published>2008-06-04T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:58:06.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Te gusta que te rueguen"</title><content type='html'>He oído esto demasiadas veces en poco tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Esto llama al cuestionamiento. No lo veo así, pero si hay gente que lo dice (en serio o por relajo) por lo menos debería tomarlo a consideración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ver qué pasa. Pero aún me muestro incrédulo ante la frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcd1mjhCqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dzZrLDm14Ec/s1600-h/DSC00390_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcd1mjhCqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dzZrLDm14Ec/s400/DSC00390_resize.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208164300797053602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1302029542934534229?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1302029542934534229/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1302029542934534229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1302029542934534229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1302029542934534229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-gusta-que-te-rueguen.html' title='&quot;Te gusta que te rueguen&quot;'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEcd1mjhCqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dzZrLDm14Ec/s72-c/DSC00390_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1460748094208577925</id><published>2008-06-03T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:06:51.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oriah Mountain Dreamer</title><content type='html'>No me interesa lo que haces para ganarte la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber lo que ansías,&lt;br /&gt;y si te atreves a soñar en satisfacer el deseo de tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa tu edad.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si te arriesgarías a parecer como un tonto&lt;br /&gt;por amor, por tus sueños, por la aventura de estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa cuáles planetas están en armonía con tu luna.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si has tocado el centro de tu pesadumbre,&lt;br /&gt;si las traiciones de la vida te han abierto,&lt;br /&gt;o si te has marchitado y cerrado por el miedo al dolor futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes sentarte con el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;el mío o el tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;sin intentar esconderlo, desvanecerlo o arreglarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes estar con la alegría,&lt;br /&gt;la mía o la tuya,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes bailar con locura y permitir que el éxtasis te llene&lt;br /&gt;hasta la punta de los dedos,&lt;br /&gt;sin advertirnos que seamos cuidadosos, que seamos realistas,&lt;br /&gt;o que recordemos las limitaciones de los seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa si la historia que me cuentas es verdadera.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si decepcionas a otros para serte fiel a ti mismo,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes soportar la acusación sin traicionar a tu propia alma.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes ser fiel, y por lo tanto ser confiable.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes ver la belleza,&lt;br /&gt;aún cuando no sea bella todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;y si puedes originar tu vida desde su presencia.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes vivir con el fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;el tuyo o el mío,&lt;br /&gt;y no obstante pararte a la orilla del lago y gritarle a la luna "¡Sí!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa saber en dónde vives o cuánto dinero tienes.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes levantarte después de una noche de pesar y desesperación,&lt;br /&gt;cansado y golpeado hasta los huesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa quién eres o cómo llegaste a estar aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si te pararás en el centro del fuego conmigo sin rehuir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa en dónde o qué o con quién has estudiado.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber qué es lo que te sustenta desde adentro&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo lo demás desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber si puedes estar solo contigo mismo,&lt;br /&gt;y si verdaderamente te agrada la compañía que buscas en los momentos vacíos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1460748094208577925?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1003957563307066024</id><published>2008-06-02T08:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:55:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Algunas citas</title><content type='html'>Si en tu discurso y en tu silencio, en lo que haces y en lo que no haces, puedes decir de ti mismo que no engañas a los cielos de arriba, ni engañas a la gente de afuera, ni engañas internamente a tu propia mente, a esto puede llamarse realmente logro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el jade se estima un brillo puro, de manera que ni el rojo púrpura puede cambiar su condición. El pino se mantiene en el período más frío del invierno, de modo que la nieve ni el hielo pueden matarlo. Así pues, sabemos que la honradez y el decoro son cualidades apreciadas en el mundo, lo único importante es ser constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Camino supremo está claramente ahí ante los ojos, de forma que no es difícil verlo; pero es escencial tener una voluntad firme y ser tenaz en su práctica. Si crees un solo día y dudas durante diez, si eres diligente por las mañanas y te dejas ir por las noches, no sólo será difícil ver el Camino ante tus ojos, temo que le des la espalda al final de tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             El Arte del Liderazgo&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Thomas Cleary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEPsy2jhCoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BnC3dh4hOpA/s1600-h/DSC00077a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEPsy2jhCoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BnC3dh4hOpA/s320/DSC00077a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207265952552520322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1003957563307066024?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1003957563307066024/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1003957563307066024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1003957563307066024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1003957563307066024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/algunas-citas.html' title='Algunas citas'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SEPsy2jhCoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BnC3dh4hOpA/s72-c/DSC00077a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-6131101909206139522</id><published>2008-06-01T02:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:59:53.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La próxima vez que tengas un sueño...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... que no se te olvide cumplirlo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcNR4Bwj9Fc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcNR4Bwj9Fc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/31909974-6131101909206139522?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6131101909206139522/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6131101909206139522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6131101909206139522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/6131101909206139522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-prxima-vez.html' title='La próxima vez que tengas un sueño...'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7509827176726380152</id><published>2008-05-28T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:00:21.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hace un tiempecito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD2rsZB7BpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EVNyjuBch3g/s1600-h/DSC04179a_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD2rsZB7BpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EVNyjuBch3g/s400/DSC04179a_resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205505523431704210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7509827176726380152?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7509827176726380152/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7509827176726380152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7509827176726380152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7509827176726380152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/hace-un-tiempecito.html' title='Hace un tiempecito'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD2rsZB7BpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EVNyjuBch3g/s72-c/DSC04179a_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4006132316442056769</id><published>2008-05-28T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T03:03:44.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your hand made</title><content type='html'>Hell of a gift. Te pasate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD0DupB7BoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LnljEAeqiUQ/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD0DupB7BoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LnljEAeqiUQ/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205320844132943490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4006132316442056769?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4006132316442056769/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4006132316442056769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4006132316442056769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4006132316442056769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-your-hand-made.html' title='Love your hand made'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SD0DupB7BoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LnljEAeqiUQ/s72-c/DSC00364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2351122921065435993</id><published>2008-05-16T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:13:23.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y TU... VOTASTE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4NGen3j_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/EauBEEHF9jE/s1600-h/DSC00041_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4NGen3j_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/EauBEEHF9jE/s400/DSC00041_resize.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201109024610160626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2351122921065435993?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2351122921065435993/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2351122921065435993&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2351122921065435993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2351122921065435993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-tu.html' title='Y TU... VOTASTE?'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4NGen3j_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/EauBEEHF9jE/s72-c/DSC00041_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-752462624545911125</id><published>2008-05-15T15:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:51:37.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This suits the moment</title><content type='html'>Hoy prendo mi computadora. El iTunes carga automático como siempre, y esta canción de Co-Op Breaks (artistas) llamada "The Other Side" empieza a reproducirse. Fue como que, justo lo que taba sientiendo/necesitaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4ODen3kAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ClRuSnkMpTQ/s1600-h/DSC00063_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4ODen3kAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ClRuSnkMpTQ/s400/DSC00063_resize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201110072582180866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You was born the true pretender&lt;br /&gt;Going through your life thinking you must be the only one&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen so many like you&lt;br /&gt;Take my word for it, they feel the same, they feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and I’ll lead you back on to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself into a better place and lift your life&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high and don’t rely on anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Make it easier on yourself and don’t ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there have been so many changes&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through your life but you learn to look the other way&lt;br /&gt;But I know that there’s a better way&lt;br /&gt;Take my word for it you’ll feel the same, you’ll feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and I’ll lead you back on to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself into a better place and lift your life&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high and don’t rely on anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Make it easier on yourself and don’t ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth puts forth a new life again&lt;br /&gt;Green grasses grow and flowers lift their heads&lt;br /&gt;And over all the plain wonder speads of life (of life)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-752462624545911125?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/752462624545911125/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=752462624545911125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/752462624545911125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/752462624545911125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-suits-moment.html' title='This suits the moment'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4ODen3kAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ClRuSnkMpTQ/s72-c/DSC00063_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4960028917093582587</id><published>2008-05-13T14:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:32:26.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The JOY!!</title><content type='html'>Hace 3 semanas mi cámara decidió meterse a buzo y... no lo logró.&lt;br /&gt;La saqué del bultico enchumbada de agua, destapé la parte de las pilas y salió **SORPRESA** más agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La di por muerta. Amaba mi camara. La puse a secar por 2 días.&lt;br /&gt;Ansiaba oír el sonidito de cuando prende... lo oía... pero medio acuatizado.&lt;br /&gt;La pantalla enseniaba como se ven las cosas después de una sobredosis de LSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay cualto pa comprá una cámara. Ahora mismo no, mucho menos así de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAAM. Llegué este domingo, prendí la cámara y ta de maravilla!&lt;br /&gt;SONY! Lo mejor que hay!&lt;br /&gt;Esos japoneses tan alante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4YyOn3kBI/AAAAAAAAATE/IQs3OOZT34U/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4YyOn3kBI/AAAAAAAAATE/IQs3OOZT34U/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201121870857342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4960028917093582587?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4960028917093582587/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4960028917093582587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4960028917093582587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4960028917093582587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/joy.html' title='The JOY!!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/SC4YyOn3kBI/AAAAAAAAATE/IQs3OOZT34U/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-728380355509997752</id><published>2008-04-26T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:00:39.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, you may</title><content type='html'>I'm not pretending anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;I'll make no effort whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be careless&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless you may call it&lt;br /&gt;I won't be pityful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk by you, but won't stare at you&lt;br /&gt;won't look you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be polite but not friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sincere like i've always been&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dependable&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be straight forward&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll invite you to my world&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to make up excuses&lt;br /&gt;nor explanations&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it here&lt;br /&gt;It's comfy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-728380355509997752?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/728380355509997752/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=728380355509997752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/728380355509997752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/728380355509997752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-you-may.html' title='Yes, you may'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-525989447926823005</id><published>2008-04-19T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:44:30.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EN SERIO!?</title><content type='html'>No no, de verdad... quién le pone a su hija el nombre de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERTRUDYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hay par de gente que tienen que ser más serios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/31909974-525989447926823005?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/525989447926823005/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=525989447926823005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/525989447926823005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/525989447926823005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/en-serio.html' title='EN SERIO!?'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1445280757887069232</id><published>2008-04-17T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:05:29.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDRO: Te pasate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Este elemento que tienes aquí habla por sí solo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...en ese momento Pedro se&lt;br /&gt;convirtió en el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diseñador&lt;/span&gt; y yo en el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estudiante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún me sorprende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, gracias por tu crítica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31909974-1445280757887069232?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1445280757887069232/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1445280757887069232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1445280757887069232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1445280757887069232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/pedro-te-pasate.html' title='PEDRO: Te pasate!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7455580423682189645</id><published>2008-04-15T06:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:22:01.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aún</title><content type='html'>...que difícil se hace...&lt;br /&gt;saber que pasó... recordarlo cada día... vivirlo...&lt;br /&gt;responder en silencio a cada mirada, a la opinión ajena&lt;br /&gt;analizarlo porque es inevitable, así soy&lt;br /&gt;sentir como ese amargo... esa decepción...&lt;br /&gt;preguntarme una y otra vez: cómo pasó esto...?  cómo, cómo, cómo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta angustia es exasperante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el corazón me duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces me pregunto: valdrá la pena?&lt;br /&gt;es duro... para mi...&lt;br /&gt;tal vez a ojos no expertos sea "entendible" o simplemente sean "chucherías"...&lt;br /&gt;pero esto es un compromiso... yo elijo asumirlo... pero pesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque todo mejora&lt;br /&gt;aunque se aprenda&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea experiencia... sigue ahi... sigue doliendo... latiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojalá yo ser como algunos, que olvidan... y ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7455580423682189645?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7455580423682189645/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7455580423682189645&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7455580423682189645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7455580423682189645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Aún'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2115518718736846631</id><published>2008-04-09T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:55:17.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitivamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ES DE SABIOS SABER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUANDO SOLTAR Y CUANDO APRETAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/31909974-2115518718736846631?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2115518718736846631/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2115518718736846631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2115518718736846631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/2115518718736846631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/definitivamente.html' title='Definitivamente'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4145910881915705638</id><published>2008-04-05T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:41:49.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se da, se quita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;No sé si te ha ocurrido o tal vez te ha pasado por la cabeza pensar que, en ocasiones las personas podrían sentir que por lo que dices o lo que haces, de alguna forma se creen más que tú, like for some sick reason they feel like they OWN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría estar navegando en aguas peligrosas, pero les aseguro que no son desconocidas, ni para mi ni para mucha gente. También podría afirmar que un gran porciento de nosotros, alguna vez, nos hemos sentido así. De cualquier forma, en cualquier circunstancia, en cualquier momento... sé tú quien elija el escenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo FIELMENTE que el mundo funciona en base a un flujo de energía. Se da, se toma, se obsequia y se gana. Esa "energía" a la que me refiero es nuestra escencia, es lo que somos, es lo que nos hace ser, y la forma en que administramos esa energía podría definirla como la personalidad de cada cual. Qué tanto uno da y qué tanto uno toma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablo de administración porque pienso que uno de nuestros retos, como seres iluminados, es estar claros en los porqués de nuestra energía; cuándo la cedemos/otorgamos, dónde, por qué, a quién, cómo, hasta cuándo, y demás preguntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que el "key" del asunto reside en dominar estos aspectos. No es tan fácil como parece. A todos no se trata igual, no todas las situaciones son las mismas, y uno nunca reaccional igual. La forma en que se desprende energía o en la que se recibe tal vez sea favorable... tal vez no. Este es el "key" del asunto: saber cómo manejar este flujo de energía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determinar quién es favorable, quién no.- (No lo digo en forma pellorativa, pero es indiscutible que hay energías que no son beneficiosas, que no aportan, sino que deterioran). Cuando se cede la energía personal, por error, desliz o a conciencia, pues de alguna forma, alguien recibe esta energía, alguien la posee y la retiene. Es como si ese receptor obtuviera una parte de ti. Sería como abrir más brechas a la vulnerabilidad personal. Si se ha cedido energía, se da el chance de a un receptor de que conozca una parte de ese emisor. A veces de forma indeseada, a veces totalmente consciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo está en como administramos nuestra energía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4145910881915705638?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4145910881915705638/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4145910881915705638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4145910881915705638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4145910881915705638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/se-da-se-quita.html' title='Se da, se quita'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-9127374586829235568</id><published>2008-03-20T00:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T04:54:39.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayy los Sagitarios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Los Sagitarios son como tan... ellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're here and there, all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For us, water signs, so unpredictable and unprecise. Lacking always of that "matureness" that we're proud of "excedding". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find us very rigid, and we find them very childish. It's very true that we're stiff as rocks, and they're as flexible as it can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's impossible for things to be different. Fire has never ceased to dance and jump around, and water will always remain calm and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31909974-9127374586829235568?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9127374586829235568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=9127374586829235568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/9127374586829235568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/9127374586829235568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/ayy-los-sagitarios.html' title='Ayy los Sagitarios'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4813094963750928596</id><published>2008-03-13T18:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:29:55.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ratico haciendo muecas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9mtMzrH_cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Uc_NakCdjg0/s1600-h/Photo+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9mtMzrH_cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Uc_NakCdjg0/s200/Photo+297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177359682180218306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9ms7TrH_bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T4OzlCOORK4/s1600-h/Photo+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9ms7TrH_bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T4OzlCOORK4/s200/Photo+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177359381532507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9ms3DrH_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PwgyfJibA-A/s1600-h/Photo+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9ms3DrH_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PwgyfJibA-A/s200/Photo+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177359308518063522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9msjzrH_YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eWLGQ7jbHbQ/s1600-h/Photo+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R9msjzrH_YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eWLGQ7jbHbQ/s200/Photo+299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177358977805581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4813094963750928596?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4813094963750928596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4813094963750928596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4813094963750928596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4813094963750928596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Un ratico haciendo muecas'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2823135540755079673</id><published>2008-01-18T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:23:27.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi hermanita tiene una venita</title><content type='html'>Que seria de la vida sin un lapiz....&lt;br /&gt;No seria nada, tal vez, un simple anhelo.&lt;br /&gt;El lapiz plasma nuestra mente en un pedazo de papel&lt;br /&gt;Es el complice de cada palabra que rodea nuestra mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El solo cumple con su deber...&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos vuelto el uno, el escribe, y yo lo sostengo...&lt;br /&gt;Nos ayudamos mutuamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es asi como me he dado cuenta&lt;br /&gt;de todo mis malos trazos&lt;br /&gt;mis faltas&lt;br /&gt;pero al final las borro y vuelvo a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada punto no es un final,&lt;br /&gt;sino un reto para vovler a empezar&lt;br /&gt;con el, mi complice....&lt;br /&gt;el lapiz que yace en mi mochila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, mi inspiracion, mi muso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Otro artista con quien comparto este espacio de inspiracion y dedicacion...&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho, eres especial, y sobre todo eres original, y eso maxy, es algo digno de admirar en alguien como tu, you’re VIP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Te quiero en turqués)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-2823135540755079673?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2823135540755079673/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=2823135540755079673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dime a ve Smithy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith Doggy Dogg  says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k lo k max&lt;br /&gt;en k estas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max - Que pariguayo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na loco, llegando de la casa de la tía&lt;br /&gt;y ud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith Doggy Dogg  says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;aqui poniendo el estomago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;en punto de jartura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1645426226681480246?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1645426226681480246/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1645426226681480246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1645426226681480246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1645426226681480246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/un-conversacin.html' title='Un 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME ENCANTA ESTAR SOLO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; no hay opiniones que desaforen, no hay comentarios fuera de lugar, no hay respuestas sin sentido, no hay trastornos ni tergiversaciones al mensaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El universo funciona perfectamente.... pero a veces, también entiendo, que se necesita un poco de  "imperfección" fuera de ese mundito propio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-6874147298836575279?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6874147298836575279/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=6874147298836575279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 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height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCYDsoOy06w"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCYDsoOy06w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/31909974-1164380835864347737?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1164380835864347737/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1164380835864347737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1164380835864347737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1164380835864347737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-debut.html' title='EL DEBUT!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3867255715564641755</id><published>2008-01-11T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:13:15.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PAL AMARRE</title><content type='html'>Ya viene por ahí, tranquilos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R4eZo_1Ve6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Lg8z8aYXXgk/s1600-h/DSC06445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R4eZo_1Ve6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Lg8z8aYXXgk/s320/DSC06445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154257228157778850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3867255715564641755?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3867255715564641755/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3867255715564641755&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3867255715564641755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3867255715564641755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='PAL AMARRE'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R4eZo_1Ve6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Lg8z8aYXXgk/s72-c/DSC06445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7395975404391608711</id><published>2007-10-28T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:28:01.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día por ahí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyVFGBZygbI/AAAAAAAAAME/rl9veE0VlJA/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyVFGBZygbI/AAAAAAAAAME/rl9veE0VlJA/s320/DSC04293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126579720589312434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7395975404391608711?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7395975404391608711/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7395975404391608711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7395975404391608711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7395975404391608711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-da-por-ah.html' title='Un día por ahí'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyVFGBZygbI/AAAAAAAAAME/rl9veE0VlJA/s72-c/DSC04293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8246067149419197781</id><published>2007-10-28T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:48:04.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at the Lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyTnJxZygaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dCCbId_4vW8/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyTnJxZygaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dCCbId_4vW8/s320/DSC04432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126476430920810914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí se produce, se duerme, se baraja, nos confesamos, nos tiramos, nos quillamos, somos, no somos, estamos y a veces no... en fin... aquí se da la magia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8246067149419197781?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8246067149419197781/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8246067149419197781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8246067149419197781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8246067149419197781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/10/working-at-lab.html' title='Working at the Lab'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RyTnJxZygaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dCCbId_4vW8/s72-c/DSC04432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3608705415932951984</id><published>2007-08-26T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:22:57.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas que pasan</title><content type='html'>...cada cual tiene su proceso, su propia forma de vivir las cosas, de aprender...&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy tu amigo pa lo que tú quieras... no para lo que necesites, pk de hecho no sé lo que necesitas, ni soy Dios para saberlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso respeto el espacio y el tiempo que la vida te ha asignado para vivir las cosas. Muchas cosas me cruzaron por la mente, muchas ideas surgieron... pero tal vez el ser tan correctico y respetuoso de los demás, era lo correcto. Tal vez no lo era, tal vez a medias... en verdad,nunca lo sabremos. Pero te puedo decir que en lo más profundo de mi ser sentí que no debí insistir más, que las cosas tienen su camino de resolverse, e inconscientemente UNO MISMO elige sus campos de batalla. Respeto totalmente tu decisión y la entiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que te hará feliz saber que puedes contar conmigo para lo que tú quieras. Si algún día crees saber lo que necesitas con certeza, pues cuéntame como artífice de tu plan, que yo te ayudo a llevarlo a cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3608705415932951984?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3608705415932951984/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3608705415932951984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3608705415932951984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3608705415932951984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/cosas-que-pasan.html' title='Cosas que pasan'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5254557017778049676</id><published>2007-07-27T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:33:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumbo a las Grandes Ligas</title><content type='html'>Este documental me lo pasó mi amigo Ilam, que siempre tiene unos eye-candy durísimos por ahi.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad no sé donde es que liga tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, ta super bien realizado, fino, limpio... prístino sería la palabra. Real también ampliaría su descripción.&lt;br /&gt;Para mi sorpresa está dirigido por un norteamericano (y la vaina no puede verse más dominicana de la cuenta!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí les va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://admin.brightcove.com/destination/player/player.swf' bgcolor='#FFFFFF' flashVars='allowFullScreen=true&amp;initVideoId=1033870858&amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.com&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.com&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;autoStart=false' base='http://admin.brightcove.com' name='bcPlayer' width='425' height='350' allowFullScreen='true' allowScriptAccess='always' seamlesstabbing='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' swLiveConnect='true' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5254557017778049676?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5254557017778049676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5254557017778049676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5254557017778049676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5254557017778049676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/rumbo-las-grandes-ligas.html' title='Rumbo a las Grandes Ligas'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-515061356674541287</id><published>2007-07-27T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:28:49.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calor Urbano en una presentación BÁRBARA!</title><content type='html'>Aquí algunos clips de lo que se vió ayer. CASA LLENA y la gente pidiendo más!&lt;br /&gt;Mi más sincero pésame a la gente que no pudo entrar.  -_- &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNHlAvxJWLI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNHlAvxJWLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUn2Rm_559Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUn2Rm_559Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31909974-515061356674541287?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/515061356674541287/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=515061356674541287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/515061356674541287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/515061356674541287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/calor-urbano-en-una-presentacin-brbara.html' title='Calor Urbano en una presentación BÁRBARA!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-2040574596777412780</id><published>2007-07-27T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:05:41.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudor, desespero y malaria en Salcedo</title><content type='html'>1. Moka cantando&lt;br /&gt;2. La realidad Salcedense&lt;br /&gt;3. El pene de Pipo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8pObqyXcyQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8pObqyXcyQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXNuNjAAW_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXNuNjAAW_M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CU7T97m5nU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CU7T97m5nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Salcedo'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-405938537782597491</id><published>2007-07-24T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:15:56.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolviendo el acertijo Divino</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_aNK_zGgHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_aNK_zGgHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIgGhXh1SVA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIgGhXh1SVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6YaPZqjdpg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6YaPZqjdpg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d527OGLKDRA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d527OGLKDRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3338loEP_Sg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3338loEP_Sg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PfIOJYKcPI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PfIOJYKcPI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31909974-8637714690872507129?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5880746252952006312</id><published>2007-07-16T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:25:58.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Má'</title><content type='html'>Ma gente, ma foto, ma de tó'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvUPfrt1NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9ejpTfdFZBg/s1600-h/DSC06650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvUPfrt1NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9ejpTfdFZBg/s320/DSC06650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087893566713091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvUPvrt1OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e8QOMmmCDvQ/s1600-h/DSC06651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvUPvrt1OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e8QOMmmCDvQ/s320/DSC06651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087893571008058594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvT2frt1MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sC4wqTqZs2w/s1600-h/DSC07679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvT2frt1MI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sC4wqTqZs2w/s320/DSC07679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087893137216361666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0Prt1JI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bMSsiKYVuI8/s1600-h/DSC06451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0Prt1JI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bMSsiKYVuI8/s320/DSC06451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087891999050028178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0frt1KI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_Zn1blUV3zE/s1600-h/DSC06478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0frt1KI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_Zn1blUV3zE/s320/DSC06478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087892003344995490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0vrt1LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/q7RAXaUfqLs/s1600-h/DSC07654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvS0vrt1LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/q7RAXaUfqLs/s320/DSC07654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087892007639962802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5880746252952006312?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvUPfrt1NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9ejpTfdFZBg/s72-c/DSC06650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4330220385468693237</id><published>2007-07-16T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:01:36.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquí pasaron par de vainas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvPX_rt1HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BpUqxUvus3k/s1600-h/DSC06173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvPX_rt1HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BpUqxUvus3k/s320/DSC06173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087888215183840370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-4330220385468693237?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4330220385468693237/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4330220385468693237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4330220385468693237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4330220385468693237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/aqu-sucedieron-ciertas-cosas.html' title='Aquí pasaron par de vainas'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpvPX_rt1HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BpUqxUvus3k/s72-c/DSC06173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-163872147697321680</id><published>2007-07-16T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:40:23.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpsgxPrt1FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/euj8RM5DTS8/s1600-h/DSC07991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpsgxPrt1FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/euj8RM5DTS8/s320/DSC07991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087696234440676434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpsgxPrt1GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dPdZnY6OLzQ/s1600-h/DSC07992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpsgxPrt1GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dPdZnY6OLzQ/s320/DSC07992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087696234440676450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsgdvrt1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IUhgFLrPpHw/s1600-h/DSC07854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsgdvrt1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IUhgFLrPpHw/s320/DSC07854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087695899433227266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsgdvrt1BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YOCXXPCb9Ow/s1600-h/DSC07888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsgdvrt1BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YOCXXPCb9Ow/s320/DSC07888.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsetvrt03I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Tw-E1thjoj0/s1600-h/DSC06635_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rpsetvrt03I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Tw-E1thjoj0/s320/DSC06635_resize.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087693975287878514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-163872147697321680?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/163872147697321680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=163872147697321680&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/163872147697321680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/163872147697321680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-in-days.html' title='Back in the days'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RpsgxPrt1FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/euj8RM5DTS8/s72-c/DSC07991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4805122694039404187</id><published>2007-07-14T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:39:17.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Instalaciones de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rplaqfrt01I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gYakFGrf8X0/s1600-h/UVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rplaqfrt01I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gYakFGrf8X0/s400/UVA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087196940197548882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uva.co.uk/index.php"&gt;United Visual Artists :: UK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31909974-4805122694039404187?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4805122694039404187/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4805122694039404187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4805122694039404187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4805122694039404187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/united-visual-artists.html' title='Instalaciones de Luz'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rplaqfrt01I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gYakFGrf8X0/s72-c/UVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8121050290016754337</id><published>2007-07-06T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:56:21.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...y uno anda por ahí</title><content type='html'>Yo no sé klk, pero donde quiera que voy siempre ando buscando algo que me recuerde un lugar. Como una estampa, un testimonio, un sello de que estuve ahí. De que viví algo, sentí cosas... ahora está el deseo de capturar esas escencias y guardarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parezco loco a veces. Ya es algo natural en mi que mientras todo  hablan, beben o bailan, yo ando observando el techo, el piso, como están dispuestas las sillas, el material del sofá en el que estoy, la consistencia de la mesa, el "way" de la gente. Observar otra mesa distinta en la que estoy y ver como se miran, como se hablan, como gesticulan... no sé pk, pero es así. Y a veces esto me entretiene más que el mismo tema que se está hablando en mi grupo. Qué cosa no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me pillan llevándome papelitos, tapitas, un chin de confetti, cabellos, labels, servilletas, hilitos... (y demás) pa ponerlos en el sketch. Namá me queda lucir muy seguro de lo que hago y decir: "qué... esto es pa un proyecto personal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y depué anda Elías por ahí con su vozarrón diciendo que su clase no nos valió pa na. Vaya usted a ver chico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8121050290016754337?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8121050290016754337/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8121050290016754337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8121050290016754337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8121050290016754337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/y-uno-anda-por-ah.html' title='...y uno anda por ahí'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-1872696004407098151</id><published>2007-06-29T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:21:07.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me basta</title><content type='html'>...Por más alto que cante&lt;br /&gt;no te decides a escucharme amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que me encantas,&lt;br /&gt;es que tu indiferencia me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo en mi presencia,&lt;br /&gt;me basta bailar al ritmo de tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me encanta tu religión tu ciencia,&lt;br /&gt;me gusta cantarle a tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;me basta bailar al ritmo de tu corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Calor Urbano -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-1872696004407098151?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1872696004407098151/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=1872696004407098151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1872696004407098151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/1872696004407098151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-basta.html' title='Me basta'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-4362517341529215985</id><published>2007-06-29T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:16:47.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy when I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STEALING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my unfulfilled pleasures:&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/31909974-4362517341529215985?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4362517341529215985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=4362517341529215985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4362517341529215985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/4362517341529215985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-happy-when-im.html' title='I&apos;m happy when I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8016734152817168764</id><published>2007-06-26T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:39:27.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjas y Samurais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Los Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; se especializaban en las artes oscuras, enganiosas. No había nada honorable en el arduo entrenamiento de quienes decidían serlo, ni orgullo de por medio. &lt;br /&gt;Eran mercenarios. Vendían sus habilidades al mejor postor. No tenían voz, ni opinión. Eran sirvientes ágiles, talentosos... pero sirvientes. Sus victorias no podían ser celebradas porque &lt;br /&gt;nadie más que ellos las veían. Siempre entre las sombras. Eran espías, escurridizos, sigilosos. Esperando aquel momento de debilidad en el oponente, que representara para ellos una ventaja, sin importar lo injusto de este acto. No existe en estos una devoción noble, por la cual asesinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Los Samurais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; por el contrario, eran entrenados siguiendo el  código del bushido (el camino del guerrero). Guerreros de luz, justos, honestos, honorables. Blandían y sujetaban su katana con dos manos: una la de la justicia y otra la del honor. No &lt;br /&gt;había oscuridad en estos personajes. Siempre dispuestos al bien, a establecer el orden. Insaciables en la búsqueda de la verdad. Alguna vez  confundidos por tanta maldad, pero nunca seducidos. El Samurai ha sabido rechazar ofertas cuantiosas a cambio de valiosa información. Este a su vez hizo sentir &lt;br /&gt;el metal helado de su espada a quien osó aumentar la oferta del soborno; el guerrero sabe que todos tenemos un precio. Fiel, leal a sus convicciones, la fuerza de su enfoque y habilidad no proviene de lo material, sino de su corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;...entonces todos los días estamos en contacto con Ninjas y Samurais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8016734152817168764?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8016734152817168764/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8016734152817168764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8016734152817168764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8016734152817168764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/ninjas-y-samurais.html' title='Ninjas y Samurais'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8851706646929088315</id><published>2007-06-25T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:51:42.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerdito jarto e jobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoBjCUIhwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ParRExhmHak/s1600-h/PuercoMata_resize.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoBjCUIhwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ParRExhmHak/s320/PuercoMata_resize.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080169271089283266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8851706646929088315?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8851706646929088315/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8851706646929088315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8851706646929088315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8851706646929088315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/cerdito-jarto-e-jobo.html' title='Cerdito jarto e jobo'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoBjCUIhwMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ParRExhmHak/s72-c/PuercoMata_resize.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-147928000954707550</id><published>2007-06-25T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:16:25.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El camino de los Suenios</title><content type='html'>Ayer empecé a leer un libro llamado &lt;i&gt;El camino de los suenios&lt;/i&gt; de Jorge Sergio.&lt;br /&gt;Luce prometedor. A ver qué sucede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucha filosofía, mucho auto-cuestionamiento e introspección. MY KIND O' SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-147928000954707550?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/147928000954707550/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=147928000954707550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/147928000954707550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/147928000954707550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-camino-de-los-suenios.html' title='El camino de los Suenios'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8210881597995684373</id><published>2007-06-19T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:24:02.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ConejosOnline.com</title><content type='html'>Shiit. Era lo último que me esperaba.&lt;br /&gt;Venta de carne de conejos online. Pero así es!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Conejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;está abierto a órdenes de consumidores carnívoros&lt;br /&gt;(y a los vegetarianos también) que gusten de esta carnita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo' real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDbGUIhwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3IdAN5GVUio/s1600-h/Wabbit+Long.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDbGUIhwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3IdAN5GVUio/s400/Wabbit+Long.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080301281204093154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-8210881597995684373?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8210881597995684373/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8210881597995684373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8210881597995684373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8210881597995684373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/conejosonlinecom.html' title='ConejosOnline.com'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDbGUIhwOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3IdAN5GVUio/s72-c/Wabbit+Long.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7915674188681308434</id><published>2007-06-19T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:49:43.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres lo máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quiero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dónde guardas tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;el secreto que me mostraste ayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;al lograr que mi corazón se disparara y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;estrellara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; entre tus piernas amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Santo Domingo Funk Crew -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7915674188681308434?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7915674188681308434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7915674188681308434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7915674188681308434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7915674188681308434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/eres-lo-mximo.html' title='Eres lo máximo'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-5968902359736509234</id><published>2007-06-19T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:15:34.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUAVIDAD: Love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RnfiCEIhwII/AAAAAAAAAF0/H5VxUYM231Q/s1600-h/DSC08888_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RnfiCEIhwII/AAAAAAAAAF0/H5VxUYM231Q/s320/DSC08888_resize.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077775629980647554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-5968902359736509234?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5968902359736509234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=5968902359736509234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5968902359736509234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/5968902359736509234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-encantas-los-cojines.html' title='SUAVIDAD: Love it!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RnfiCEIhwII/AAAAAAAAAF0/H5VxUYM231Q/s72-c/DSC08888_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3085695326775741024</id><published>2007-06-18T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:52:27.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoración</title><content type='html'>De ahora en adelante vamos a adorar a los&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;árboles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y los &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espaguettis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sabes, no faltes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3085695326775741024?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3085695326775741024/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3085695326775741024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3085695326775741024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3085695326775741024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/adoracin.html' title='Adoración'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-8060853728504659636</id><published>2007-06-10T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:21:06.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Dancin'</title><content type='html'>Ay ay ay ay ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQdpgVSFcYo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQdpgVSFcYo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31909974-8060853728504659636?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8060853728504659636/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=8060853728504659636&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8060853728504659636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/8060853728504659636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/funky-dancin.html' title='Funky Dancin&apos;'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7437807188256128220</id><published>2007-06-09T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:02:08.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quee... y eso es alcohol?</title><content type='html'>Chat, chat, sirve hielo, pon Midori, Brugal Aniejo y Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;Chat, chat, sirve hielo, más Brugal, menos Midori, olvídate del Sprite. Ay conio, ta muy fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;Chat, chat, ya no hay hielo, dale Sprite, un chin de Midori y una gotica de Brugal. El diez!&lt;br /&gt;Que mareo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RmrN8kIhwFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7LjtW3qG17s/s1600-h/DSC09078+copy_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074094370561572946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RmrN8kIhwFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7LjtW3qG17s/s400/DSC09078+copy_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074094525180395618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RmrOFkIhwGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q3G0pWHKBGM/s400/DSC09100a_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7437807188256128220?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7437807188256128220/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7437807188256128220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7437807188256128220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7437807188256128220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/quee-y-eso-es-alcohol.html' title='Quee... y eso es alcohol?'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RmrN8kIhwFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7LjtW3qG17s/s72-c/DSC09078+copy_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-7074331788043675329</id><published>2007-06-08T03:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:28:19.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El ingenio del dominicano</title><content type='html'>Este post es una ovación a aquellos grandes genios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDcAkIhwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FkyqSCQoVGA/s1600-h/DSC08913a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDcAkIhwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FkyqSCQoVGA/s400/DSC08913a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080302281931473138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-7074331788043675329?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7074331788043675329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=7074331788043675329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7074331788043675329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/7074331788043675329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-ingenio-del-dominicano.html' title='El ingenio del dominicano'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/RoDcAkIhwPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FkyqSCQoVGA/s72-c/DSC08913a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31909974.post-3561286917310095405</id><published>2007-06-08T03:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T03:04:24.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIENVENIDO!</title><content type='html'>Hola Sr. Máximo, le apetece una tacita de café...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rmj_NEIhwDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3x_Z-EwIdJM/s1600-h/Guavaberry_resize_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073585580145754162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rmj_NEIhwDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3x_Z-EwIdJM/s400/Guavaberry_resize_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31909974-3561286917310095405?l=ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3561286917310095405/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31909974&amp;postID=3561286917310095405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3561286917310095405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31909974/posts/default/3561286917310095405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocurrenciasdelavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/bienvenido.html' title='BIENVENIDO!'/><author><name>Máximo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11916590656033434721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/R35A4v1Ve5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zgHP0IOh0c0/S220/Clip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL7t5O_tDfY/Rmj_NEIhwDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3x_Z-EwIdJM/s72-c/Guavaberry_resize_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
