tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86082164945912720852024-03-04T20:32:01.959-08:00ENTRE CITAS , silvia palferro"EL LECTOR PRACTICANTE ES AQUEL QUE ENTIENDE DE LOS PLACERES SUCESIVOS DE ESAS LECTURAS QUE LO LLEVAN A OTRO TIEMPO, A OTRAS ESCRITURAS Y A OTRAS VIDAS. " Edgardo Loissilvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91602575589755660722011-05-01T07:45:00.000-07:002011-05-01T07:50:43.366-07:00SOIBRE EL HAMBRE<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj3KAm17Zwvq2lccB14e-vzh-jj9qI0jZC-2jVxSMDHsGC7YirdhYl0P8yGrJnc_w7MqeT8LmzVCEA5L6Eg8zqj-5_xetMwuvrcIRaNG857fjSnt55UIurSXyOKa280kTeh-rQjcqqlo/s1600/hambre.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601759785637067794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj3KAm17Zwvq2lccB14e-vzh-jj9qI0jZC-2jVxSMDHsGC7YirdhYl0P8yGrJnc_w7MqeT8LmzVCEA5L6Eg8zqj-5_xetMwuvrcIRaNG857fjSnt55UIurSXyOKa280kTeh-rQjcqqlo/s320/hambre.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Un millón de niñitos se nos muere de hambre </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">y un silencio se duerme contemplándolos.<br /></span><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Jorge Debravo </span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-83426110760635119842011-04-30T14:31:00.000-07:002011-04-30T14:34:51.831-07:00UNA CITA DE ERNESTO SÁBATO, FALLECIDO HOY A LOS 99 AÑOS !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch0XyYuthKtAXT6x3fEltwbSADY8g3QQnBOVeo8nyaIaSboMu0ObQhxnpccShgXPCJiDBJZeCzeg7T-mSEJ08T2Ee9US6IykDmJUu-pU2-fx75M2BwC3cytCcIet9u_4_BrjDbx9T2SM/s1600/don+sabato.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601492784940948050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch0XyYuthKtAXT6x3fEltwbSADY8g3QQnBOVeo8nyaIaSboMu0ObQhxnpccShgXPCJiDBJZeCzeg7T-mSEJ08T2Ee9US6IykDmJUu-pU2-fx75M2BwC3cytCcIet9u_4_BrjDbx9T2SM/s320/don+sabato.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">"Al parecer, la dignidad de la vida humana </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">no estaba prevista en el plan de globalización"<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">ERNESTO SABATO</span></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-84649532082082577242011-03-24T07:44:00.000-07:002011-03-24T07:53:26.212-07:00MOMENTOS DE JULIO CORTÁZAR<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/surreal%20art" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="surreal art Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac200/lova_03/Bizarre/kk.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">"MOMENTOS QUE NO DICEN NADA, QUEJAS, DESPOJOS DE LA GRAN TORMENTA SILENCIOSA, DEL HURACÁN SIN VIENTO QUE SE CUMPLE EN LOS INTERVALOS. LOS INTERVALOS, EL ESPACIO ENTRE CARTA Y CARTA, ENTRE LIBRO Y CARTA, ENTRE GOTA DE LLUVIA Y GOTA DE LLUVIA, ¿QUÉ HA DE MIRAR EL BIÓGRAFO QUE LEA MIS CARTAS, MIS LIBROS DESPUÉS DE LA TORMENTA.?<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Julio Cortázar</strong></span>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-69862622587862680062011-03-20T06:31:00.000-07:002011-03-20T06:37:25.590-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-MK5ryotlMYCMiKhx9xgfWoANV9sKSF_kWeUdiPcWWR3OT0q2hX-oKn-SmZQcznRxFFIMfiG6LDYSrV6Rqo6qyb4K6m4goRKLAElTsn8VwxfZNQ1gKZ40WfxjG2Ajd8lps_rnm9Tom4/s1600/libro.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586155311068741554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-MK5ryotlMYCMiKhx9xgfWoANV9sKSF_kWeUdiPcWWR3OT0q2hX-oKn-SmZQcznRxFFIMfiG6LDYSrV6Rqo6qyb4K6m4goRKLAElTsn8VwxfZNQ1gKZ40WfxjG2Ajd8lps_rnm9Tom4/s320/libro.JPG" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>"La lectura de un buen libro es un diálogo incesante</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong> en que el libro habla y el alma contesta”.</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#00cccc;">André Maurois.</span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-9602715810108926412011-03-12T18:09:00.000-08:002011-03-12T18:12:12.147-08:00JORGE LUIS BORGES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9FYVr5S4H1YbDowXY1RWD0fYb3z1g6JeShxPTTrdiJR_2GE6pf3VreF8Og1QkCfB5ttwHN69N4xvZe_pu-MzdC2ejr7GDOa0ZNDRrOI8Z52QfLsVZ-CZHh0ZTzjX7Bn6H90lS6_9CMc/s1600/jorge+luis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583381345396122802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9FYVr5S4H1YbDowXY1RWD0fYb3z1g6JeShxPTTrdiJR_2GE6pf3VreF8Og1QkCfB5ttwHN69N4xvZe_pu-MzdC2ejr7GDOa0ZNDRrOI8Z52QfLsVZ-CZHh0ZTzjX7Bn6H90lS6_9CMc/s320/jorge+luis.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-77010592907601431862011-01-22T13:26:00.000-08:002011-01-22T13:32:46.545-08:00de Marguerite Yourcenar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIfB4-NB_p6SFVb2giUxVk2WQX3bmNaBnnCj8x55MCgl-d__hd3_eh3tGoEcrMj-WOQMumseosZ0-a6H47MfTFyEgeRWhMDfRfvBJ6vOYM2KUWoKEMMxdnF2FTaAlyc5l2u0ThNxjPXw/s1600/mages.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565125893668841250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIfB4-NB_p6SFVb2giUxVk2WQX3bmNaBnnCj8x55MCgl-d__hd3_eh3tGoEcrMj-WOQMumseosZ0-a6H47MfTFyEgeRWhMDfRfvBJ6vOYM2KUWoKEMMxdnF2FTaAlyc5l2u0ThNxjPXw/s200/mages.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"No hay nada que temer. </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>He tocado fondo. </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>No puedo caer mas bajo</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong> que tu corazón. "</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">-Marguerite Yourcenar-</span></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-39329557356968902982011-01-22T13:10:00.000-08:002011-01-22T13:20:39.835-08:00de Eduardo Galeano<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOn_-MVKLbV6xgKobyIxv31jgbC0F_Y5NDJjNzwhffF4fpEo1c5pSp5fvyeuTllNdzmwQMSyVsce0p1lJZf7WK_irRcEuoQh8oojRknC7Dz01Wcli3IfzGTbjVLqhzRhWMNf1fibMsJws/s1600/tengo+una+mujer.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565122302374977154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOn_-MVKLbV6xgKobyIxv31jgbC0F_Y5NDJjNzwhffF4fpEo1c5pSp5fvyeuTllNdzmwQMSyVsce0p1lJZf7WK_irRcEuoQh8oojRknC7Dz01Wcli3IfzGTbjVLqhzRhWMNf1fibMsJws/s200/tengo+una+mujer.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>"No consigo dormir. Tengo una mujer </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>atravesada entre los párpados. </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Si pudiera, le diría que se vaya; </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>pero tengo una mujer</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>atravesada en la garganta. "</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">-Eduardo Galeano-</span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-19994047487827690792010-08-14T14:34:00.000-07:002010-08-14T14:41:21.242-07:00de Gabriel Benavente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8yPQIuaUC84SZsGRIZwX9g_X4aavQ5-oAo3zXRrFpjXZqEtQAOhKb_4p_1XP__D1VTVFAEZkuqj0HvsdGJ4E8hl_dHSIMPbrvcSW6LYkdXKU3Fz0NnrjXjwXXrXRZEI4KNzF9ScHJfg/s1600/escribir2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505383413534770306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8yPQIuaUC84SZsGRIZwX9g_X4aavQ5-oAo3zXRrFpjXZqEtQAOhKb_4p_1XP__D1VTVFAEZkuqj0HvsdGJ4E8hl_dHSIMPbrvcSW6LYkdXKU3Fz0NnrjXjwXXrXRZEI4KNzF9ScHJfg/s200/escribir2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">"Al fin comprendí que la historia de la humanidad es construír para arriba y alentar los pobres sueños de la clase media; construír fosas para enterrar los cortos sueños de los mas pobres. Los ricos?: son los que invierten en éstas empresa. "<br /></span><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Gabriel Benavente- Trapos</span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-19281540469587354102010-03-15T07:53:00.000-07:002010-03-15T07:59:50.598-07:00de Alejandro Ramírez Romero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_ksIva4vnb4ZpPpWZ-5iE5KEJnSIaVTSy__Rwjv77Ds3u77m2eMSp5mrgW3YIz-mi_ic3M-g4RQ-vQumyUxO2AFtAumhXv63Ifg7OfZor7ZGpkedF1XNm6Xnj_k1x8CCm8V5DX89NN0/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448874463496349794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_ksIva4vnb4ZpPpWZ-5iE5KEJnSIaVTSy__Rwjv77Ds3u77m2eMSp5mrgW3YIz-mi_ic3M-g4RQ-vQumyUxO2AFtAumhXv63Ifg7OfZor7ZGpkedF1XNm6Xnj_k1x8CCm8V5DX89NN0/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffccff;">Tinta malgastada, luz recóndita que pierde su brillo; acto inclemente de apagar malentendidos y de proclamarle a la vida otro poco más de cariño. Engaño convenido por la carencia afectiva, rumor que deshace el vacío, caricia fabricada para los dolores míos. </span></em></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;">-Alejandro Ramirez Romero-</span></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91189560950877713792010-03-13T07:02:00.000-08:002010-03-13T07:10:52.956-08:00Mira tus manos....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxeL9LrsrJNLr8wfF1RdFoEEAVkdJUb9d7lTqTCxPMi-U0AmOoR4Op6hX70pj8QEV4O64kEnDkKuG7BpBcAUNRjM6Gsjuk2Po2Z47Ll7vrDcV56efmlMf-4HTYyUZgkkaxsHDG1xdq_E/s1600-h/manos_luminosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448135717923647314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxeL9LrsrJNLr8wfF1RdFoEEAVkdJUb9d7lTqTCxPMi-U0AmOoR4Op6hX70pj8QEV4O64kEnDkKuG7BpBcAUNRjM6Gsjuk2Po2Z47Ll7vrDcV56efmlMf-4HTYyUZgkkaxsHDG1xdq_E/s200/manos_luminosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7dUQFMmSCI7GLUVwq22iAMxoDQKLQmCCb8GcgiAqnb2Fslmh5z9QBFBP9AoO6oMPALUmB9A8NSxVa-65m1a4YAp51mfT1DtH-HU6wmesNpjg9RPjRYa0myadUr9Ik2q86OiWgGOmZiQ/s1600-h/manosviejas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448134892966834866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7dUQFMmSCI7GLUVwq22iAMxoDQKLQmCCb8GcgiAqnb2Fslmh5z9QBFBP9AoO6oMPALUmB9A8NSxVa-65m1a4YAp51mfT1DtH-HU6wmesNpjg9RPjRYa0myadUr9Ik2q86OiWgGOmZiQ/s320/manosviejas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">"MIRA TUS MANOS, VERÁS CÓMO EN LOS SURCOS PASA TU ESTRELLA."</span></strong></p><br /><p><em><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">-Carmen Garbarino-</span></strong></em></p>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-60362064906749116012010-02-28T14:38:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:47:43.810-08:00Ruido de besos....<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Mi casa se puebla de arlequines </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">cuando hay ruido de besos en el aire."</span><br /></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbXucFvwZh8Wq_qYrVvQnCgECRD2t7ZFZ2z3wOdpbdeui2GrvrebQXcJyG_sNy81vlj41e9CSf2yDhqu4SBFdxYlMaBOPRViiiFjHSQ1IGgMDVyq0QduO2leOUGA1-HNN416wnmVspxE/s1600-h/ARLEQUINES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443428546471900642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbXucFvwZh8Wq_qYrVvQnCgECRD2t7ZFZ2z3wOdpbdeui2GrvrebQXcJyG_sNy81vlj41e9CSf2yDhqu4SBFdxYlMaBOPRViiiFjHSQ1IGgMDVyq0QduO2leOUGA1-HNN416wnmVspxE/s200/ARLEQUINES.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Roberto Jorge Santoro</em></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-17388301190312125462010-02-28T14:29:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:37:09.128-08:00del gran Pablo Neruda<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_O2DYXDKD2rtKnxI3qSi3_b3woD206CQmCtCi88OuRywTsjLGAAaTHK5DMA2n5elkAA4hlJvIRhSMxI6UWnH4lYdlPRBASCKhw8zgD4I176zEFf7fEgOBS7KnaX_FamunPwdHvdBe5C8/s1600-h/NERUDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443426752611765010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_O2DYXDKD2rtKnxI3qSi3_b3woD206CQmCtCi88OuRywTsjLGAAaTHK5DMA2n5elkAA4hlJvIRhSMxI6UWnH4lYdlPRBASCKhw8zgD4I176zEFf7fEgOBS7KnaX_FamunPwdHvdBe5C8/s320/NERUDA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">"Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano. " </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Pablo Neruda</span></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-10035865446611054472009-12-26T06:23:00.000-08:002009-12-26T06:41:49.360-08:00UNA FUGAZ MIRADA DE JOSE SARAMAGO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5xbC8JuhXZjgLmhkYZxNCYRZ555RWmy8TokwuG9HcTlok5CzMTKyYtyaJVmPnHKzDqi7gWqH9TK16a4sS3ZYg3ueXU2vohlkauAXB3QHDNYuwkhLDDH6nG2qKrNfET8Yk-R5J07NXyg/s1600-h/celso14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419553201131661314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5xbC8JuhXZjgLmhkYZxNCYRZ555RWmy8TokwuG9HcTlok5CzMTKyYtyaJVmPnHKzDqi7gWqH9TK16a4sS3ZYg3ueXU2vohlkauAXB3QHDNYuwkhLDDH6nG2qKrNfET8Yk-R5J07NXyg/s200/celso14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>"El planeta se hizo pequeño para albergar la emoción de las personas".<br /></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91519422404248126722009-12-05T14:05:00.000-08:002009-12-05T14:21:18.312-08:00SOBRE LA AMBICIÓN<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SxH8_ClS00-xavCMGEmD6UwS4tT97FKwxRBNrXjN7OQEXZ3LiEVdXa_4D6JmXEBnfhY7-SfT0Z5nYbcp30u22nt9y53P55W71pqgN5wYUDzUDJodcWoQQy_n9nhdz96KAChuGkevny8/s1600-h/tuerto.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411877198675108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SxH8_ClS00-xavCMGEmD6UwS4tT97FKwxRBNrXjN7OQEXZ3LiEVdXa_4D6JmXEBnfhY7-SfT0Z5nYbcp30u22nt9y53P55W71pqgN5wYUDzUDJodcWoQQy_n9nhdz96KAChuGkevny8/s320/tuerto.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> <strong>Cuando aquel político llegó al país de los ciegos </strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>se arrancó un ojo para poder reinar. </strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-21192512732574789862009-11-08T14:51:00.000-08:002009-11-08T14:55:05.631-08:00Isak Dinesen.... escribió más allá de "Africá mía"....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9elFi75zfGMJ6d_aeomlI2iJKENWqurHG4JtU1xGOE1aLNT4jhkrFzO4vPz9K_OJnLX7LwsXhlcJ6tLkOjoeosFdd5GwmDsUXVIhw2-xZUcpThYFo6rY23vKDkQXvWqCVkHv6S-Msys/s1600-h/africa+mia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401869918209863506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9elFi75zfGMJ6d_aeomlI2iJKENWqurHG4JtU1xGOE1aLNT4jhkrFzO4vPz9K_OJnLX7LwsXhlcJ6tLkOjoeosFdd5GwmDsUXVIhw2-xZUcpThYFo6rY23vKDkQXvWqCVkHv6S-Msys/s200/africa+mia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>"En verdad llevamos máscaras según vamos envejeciendo, las máscaras de nuestra edad, y los jóvenes creen que somos como parecemos, lo cual no es el caso" </strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-85349767891625757972009-10-17T06:33:00.001-07:002009-10-17T06:39:49.373-07:00la conquista de Pablo Neruda<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgy3jpQldmj80SaGt1jvT6yGULrXFEi8umjrz1GN4EGdWdgmG22KMEva0EtJqOZa3aPlx5gaQT1oD84nroxlc8ejvulzNRONVUMUkSBhgcGp6k4yksdr66Lq24pR8JUUTQnFLDUTDwlk/s1600-h/NERUDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393562272607900914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgy3jpQldmj80SaGt1jvT6yGULrXFEi8umjrz1GN4EGdWdgmG22KMEva0EtJqOZa3aPlx5gaQT1oD84nroxlc8ejvulzNRONVUMUkSBhgcGp6k4yksdr66Lq24pR8JUUTQnFLDUTDwlk/s200/NERUDA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.<br /></em></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-21117265392910919812009-10-11T09:43:00.000-07:002009-10-11T09:50:32.958-07:00la palabra de Ana Frank ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzEjE6gWKTnulTRcuJmRlm86us1oJW6vvYR0MjuPjVuqR3zJgAjUyw04vh3V23Z5NFdjXRmeQbG9Q2BxLz9LbJm2zZuVTn2DONfBjCYQ_Cg-5m2d6Hp_QOMR4y0UkkUcvPESj2f_90qI/s1600-h/delfines.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384718232570258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzEjE6gWKTnulTRcuJmRlm86us1oJW6vvYR0MjuPjVuqR3zJgAjUyw04vh3V23Z5NFdjXRmeQbG9Q2BxLz9LbJm2zZuVTn2DONfBjCYQ_Cg-5m2d6Hp_QOMR4y0UkkUcvPESj2f_90qI/s320/delfines.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Lo que me asombra es no haber abandonado por completo mis esperanzas, que parecen absurdas e irrealizables. Y, sin embargo, me aferro a ellas a pesar de todo y sigo creyendo en la innata bondad del hombre. </span></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-5491709113373587502009-10-03T15:19:00.001-07:002009-10-03T15:27:35.231-07:00Emile Michel Cioran (1911 - 1995)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLBzWMPV9NNJ9Ch3yBjMJKflXV-oXk_MjERw4JAar3JWZM76eCBKv2k3q24Pr_ZMywuwd5OpQguXcHeT7jeZDSl3dLMnruKgw1XSH6sM6azAC1tEt7-4MbdeTnEdhlFBl3mDeHYnqtck/s1600-h/CITAS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388502556188822866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLBzWMPV9NNJ9Ch3yBjMJKflXV-oXk_MjERw4JAar3JWZM76eCBKv2k3q24Pr_ZMywuwd5OpQguXcHeT7jeZDSl3dLMnruKgw1XSH6sM6azAC1tEt7-4MbdeTnEdhlFBl3mDeHYnqtck/s320/CITAS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Los días no adquieren sabor hasta que uno escapa a la obligación de tener un destino</span>.</span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-67593936352155843692009-07-04T09:37:00.000-07:002009-07-04T09:39:17.490-07:00entre papeles de Luis Arenaza García<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z5cPspzdrKLWbmJYCuhDotE-ingF8VXFOVfz750mCUMw7bW8fdQ0xth0O_VIhTuUi-GavwHpqB2KN5usW0TYrzGb0TNSOumfJgZmeakAo4okxTfjRFyGoXjk9LKjRnB8AWWtqI_UGY0/s1600-h/muerte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354645274340154578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z5cPspzdrKLWbmJYCuhDotE-ingF8VXFOVfz750mCUMw7bW8fdQ0xth0O_VIhTuUi-GavwHpqB2KN5usW0TYrzGb0TNSOumfJgZmeakAo4okxTfjRFyGoXjk9LKjRnB8AWWtqI_UGY0/s200/muerte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>La muerte es parte de la vida<br />Que se escribe con trazo lento<br />Es la corroída y dura última tapa<br />de un libro apergaminado y denso<br />lleno de vivencias y eventos,<br />pero que siempre se lee<br />de adelante a dentro.<br /></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-5836097299866219052009-06-21T17:06:00.000-07:002009-06-21T17:17:32.280-07:00un trazo de Osho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYtmYVmjaCaIY_hyL9LZ10tWPUyzCbABMM2bb3RzVoHTDVWnx1Ua3qLUhMQe9-b8P1P49QUAZYEUjsGcXfF0rEZQxDir6ShT-oVhEE3n9DVfxLiGXxreQHg2suEOL1aIv-SX89YgC3Qiw/s1600-h/OJO.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349939130279647570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYtmYVmjaCaIY_hyL9LZ10tWPUyzCbABMM2bb3RzVoHTDVWnx1Ua3qLUhMQe9-b8P1P49QUAZYEUjsGcXfF0rEZQxDir6ShT-oVhEE3n9DVfxLiGXxreQHg2suEOL1aIv-SX89YgC3Qiw/s320/OJO.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tienes que encontrar a la mujer que hay dentro de ti. Alimèntala, nùtrela, ayùdala a crecer. No te sientas avergonzado y no pienses "no, soy un hombre". Nadie es hombre o mujer solamente: ambos son las dos cosas. Tiene que ser asì: tu padre ha contribuido a la mitar de tu ser y tu madre a la otra mitad. Eres el encuentro de esas dos energìas. No puedes ser sòlo un hombre, no puedes ser sòlo una mujer</span></em></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-82735444981451913222009-06-15T08:17:00.001-07:002009-06-15T08:33:43.942-07:00A 23 años de la muerte de Borges, recordamos la genialidad de su PALABRA !!!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">"La duda es uno de los nombres de la inteligencia."</span></strong><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjr6Bh3Vpi4EI76IeqsXuDKVX7Mxu3f2pyNNTQ2K4vJgtZYiP5yw5aaOGLix2gRDM3Lvqcc2NY44w0GJN3RqK8jhm9z2VS8KaiMtrCAz7pXHrX-jtkJ1WTp9GHObRD8qMGVwASXYGHbk8/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574632392971234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjr6Bh3Vpi4EI76IeqsXuDKVX7Mxu3f2pyNNTQ2K4vJgtZYiP5yw5aaOGLix2gRDM3Lvqcc2NY44w0GJN3RqK8jhm9z2VS8KaiMtrCAz7pXHrX-jtkJ1WTp9GHObRD8qMGVwASXYGHbk8/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmHW-GO4UlpkyQ0eN3LQHbHQzikK21TSJ3Ouw7GvvgAtDKCzgGlH7yMlJb956-YFKDceh8JKPsU8LLgx-15RV7KHVF15sOz-zHIJTeRfRBwpv2FEFJL5huSII7audOgzbwLTlJZGWs_g/s1600-h/Jorge_Luis_Borges.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573897260556626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmHW-GO4UlpkyQ0eN3LQHbHQzikK21TSJ3Ouw7GvvgAtDKCzgGlH7yMlJb956-YFKDceh8JKPsU8LLgx-15RV7KHVF15sOz-zHIJTeRfRBwpv2FEFJL5huSII7audOgzbwLTlJZGWs_g/s320/Jorge_Luis_Borges.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">"Si de algo soy rico es de perplejidades y no de certezas."</span> </span></strong></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-62704023491992331482009-05-30T10:18:00.000-07:002009-05-30T10:22:47.634-07:00un pensamiento de Janusz Korczak<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8aZzJXNJfdCGnNh8ARDhFKF0b-k2KklndVAQU0KYo4gOVAYEZmFVD1tOa6cOFs6QglsEXmb7Nte0KD78zILR5AWdoruuf6lrVugDMBT2H_4hx3ZijCnH11ttCzKtIDYoPz5GKt7OuDk/s1600-h/POEMA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668344543193906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8aZzJXNJfdCGnNh8ARDhFKF0b-k2KklndVAQU0KYo4gOVAYEZmFVD1tOa6cOFs6QglsEXmb7Nte0KD78zILR5AWdoruuf6lrVugDMBT2H_4hx3ZijCnH11ttCzKtIDYoPz5GKt7OuDk/s320/POEMA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Lo digo bajito, como en secreto. Porque es incómodo ser pequeño: hay que andar siempre con la cabeza levantada. Todo ocurre tan arriba, tan por encima de uno mismo. Uno se siente poco importante, rebajado, débil y como perdido. Puede que por eso nos guste andar al lado de los adultos cuando están sentados; porque entonces podemos ver sus ojos.<br /></strong></span><br /></div></span></span>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-24929750907827067732009-05-23T07:02:00.000-07:002009-05-23T07:05:31.054-07:00un recuerdo para Mario Benedetti !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbgUS8ilDTvJjWYmcA9HqvMVXcY4i0rukioyS87ciEUAHWn9D0l12EtVm2pCCeiktRqMIe1uiwldo4UWusCQpiMV-1BzejoixTMUPnTJOyEM_aQnVNHQFeaSyw1I5qhRhqPx53gOgIS0/s1600-h/mario+blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339019796285333378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbgUS8ilDTvJjWYmcA9HqvMVXcY4i0rukioyS87ciEUAHWn9D0l12EtVm2pCCeiktRqMIe1uiwldo4UWusCQpiMV-1BzejoixTMUPnTJOyEM_aQnVNHQFeaSyw1I5qhRhqPx53gOgIS0/s200/mario+blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Cinco minutos bastan para soñar toda una vida, así de relativo es el tiempo.<br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-81253242426550563602009-05-22T19:06:00.000-07:002009-05-22T19:08:43.356-07:00Pablo Neruda y su palabra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgku21RBZguw_aeL4x8SgTg2P3lHemGtLFI0tvyk-D2EP5d06J6U0G6iulWe-JTutXPkm_8Q6iOEG_xAQsDN3gU6_ThyphenhyphenlFvq3nmAYpP6pBrkOrLimR3YjnuEeOcSmMXWUbiQKpKYVYxQjCb/s1600-h/esperanza.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338834557941953618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgku21RBZguw_aeL4x8SgTg2P3lHemGtLFI0tvyk-D2EP5d06J6U0G6iulWe-JTutXPkm_8Q6iOEG_xAQsDN3gU6_ThyphenhyphenlFvq3nmAYpP6pBrkOrLimR3YjnuEeOcSmMXWUbiQKpKYVYxQjCb/s320/esperanza.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em><br /></em><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>"Llenar de pan las tinieblas,</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>fundar otra vez la esperanza" </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Pablo Neruda</span><br /></span></div></strong></span>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-34658107352246151432009-05-10T13:27:00.000-07:002009-05-10T13:32:19.757-07:00un pensamiento de Alfredo Alcón<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9xW48837XmXjB5kwVFYixQN7i2YcFrC46rx3NLUzA8qZwohxYFW7RGUrAgRvM-2Ia2wrsm5SVxz2IwwjEZi3HN-7biXknIz2F_4CfJG0GBby6voEMzgu-5JRSS8-xEpd1zvEO3iDEfQ/s1600-h/111_clip_image011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334295051205630034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9xW48837XmXjB5kwVFYixQN7i2YcFrC46rx3NLUzA8qZwohxYFW7RGUrAgRvM-2Ia2wrsm5SVxz2IwwjEZi3HN-7biXknIz2F_4CfJG0GBby6voEMzgu-5JRSS8-xEpd1zvEO3iDEfQ/s200/111_clip_image011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Ni hago balances ni creo en ellos. Los demás dicen que soy un hombre grande, pero yo soy el mismo chico que jugaba al teatro en la azotea de mi casa. Poner un rótulo a cada cosa nos da la sensación de que dominamos ese desorden que es estar vivo.<br /></em></strong></span></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0