tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65613784876217931742024-03-29T06:43:01.855-07:00Cocinamos entre todosRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.comBlogger840125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-56385482432926714582024-03-28T11:27:00.000-07:002024-03-28T13:54:38.665-07:00Getsemaní<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxb7dU-WA5ELiA1yvljC3j2vfN05OLGJWbegILJLxCMTxVUfaU-18vL_g9bezBoNeO85nLTjoClQx_IFfQJ15zHJYlrkScNXxgautqzGRfmnxeSgBMfBkzKv64RgJ2ZA2iQD4nZ5JddRgASM5QCQ_Zvc5jKr1QDIEBa2f3jkmt324madcSkUh7SSBWoE/s935/fb2b6790dc66ec5e937adb4eda11c6b6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="394" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxb7dU-WA5ELiA1yvljC3j2vfN05OLGJWbegILJLxCMTxVUfaU-18vL_g9bezBoNeO85nLTjoClQx_IFfQJ15zHJYlrkScNXxgautqzGRfmnxeSgBMfBkzKv64RgJ2ZA2iQD4nZ5JddRgASM5QCQ_Zvc5jKr1QDIEBa2f3jkmt324madcSkUh7SSBWoE/w270-h640/fb2b6790dc66ec5e937adb4eda11c6b6.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">J. Kirk Richards, <i>Getsemaní</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Padre, si quieres, pasa de mí esta copa; pero no se haga mi voluntad, sino la tuya” (Lucas 22:39-46).</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9K2AI2f28Jc?si=KmnVD8chiSQ0dE_w" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ludwig van Beethoven: "Cristo en el Monte de los Olivos" ("Cristus am Ölberge")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-18545078131504808092024-03-25T12:11:00.000-07:002024-03-25T13:50:58.743-07:00La Anunciación del Señor<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWuYECpWJBjUVLuNSo9cYAK9J4ZjFQOQ9EsTTLyfeIwutw3sKa2fpQPBcmjIZomsf0DGDqgRdg8XsmD2pVj3shuW05yxAunlde5w8f5fPCAvfCtZIf98ThKaojw4vQiwUKcQNvFjqnWPwWaOzKvIVEdQTlOpGscaL47y19zcPaRMn3mgJ4qnGmjUk-ws/s698/ANUNCIACI%C3%93N.-Tilman%20Riemenschneider%20.-G%C3%93TICO.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="698" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWuYECpWJBjUVLuNSo9cYAK9J4ZjFQOQ9EsTTLyfeIwutw3sKa2fpQPBcmjIZomsf0DGDqgRdg8XsmD2pVj3shuW05yxAunlde5w8f5fPCAvfCtZIf98ThKaojw4vQiwUKcQNvFjqnWPwWaOzKvIVEdQTlOpGscaL47y19zcPaRMn3mgJ4qnGmjUk-ws/w400-h250/ANUNCIACI%C3%93N.-Tilman%20Riemenschneider%20.-G%C3%93TICO.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Tilman Riemenschneider, <i>La Anunciación</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">La festividad de la Anunciación, que cada año se celebra el 25 de marzo, este año coincide en plena Semana Santa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sogM5Lzjyak?si=4p6_p7a9ot_GAvz-&controls=0" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Anton Bruckner - Mass No. 3 in F minor, WAB 28</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-1905080392884180802024-03-22T14:58:00.000-07:002024-03-22T14:58:23.904-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs4quDpOZrlXsgUUKDYu9fPZD2hMfwxa9vzY944lCsbY0NRfr7fKb3E17ThqN63_lpOUhFneQz_9jHs9YcM4mOduakC-GxMDunZPZ4KlTk-iLSMosm08p_M7TocSvBLjkiNYX_7yNtny2SOraaMVbWbO8LbrmuGhX4Q45Cd5LNim6Jj6jQOfj4zH8fPs/s500/8eb5613d531e4eb62f9aa08d1f349313.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="500" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs4quDpOZrlXsgUUKDYu9fPZD2hMfwxa9vzY944lCsbY0NRfr7fKb3E17ThqN63_lpOUhFneQz_9jHs9YcM4mOduakC-GxMDunZPZ4KlTk-iLSMosm08p_M7TocSvBLjkiNYX_7yNtny2SOraaMVbWbO8LbrmuGhX4Q45Cd5LNim6Jj6jQOfj4zH8fPs/w400-h293/8eb5613d531e4eb62f9aa08d1f349313.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> “Como el cuello del cisne, la ingenuidad es un defecto majestuoso”.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Alonso Pinto</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-26344328258550561362024-03-20T13:34:00.000-07:002024-03-20T13:34:28.752-07:00...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMmbJwmrllGC1zZkd27XE-6_487TMyzMmZsinKbpQ39QYXQ9TwGqwiSf6D7yO5qYf-9-xnnNPkFZKwyxuf-a5HQtvQQOIUdGgbxtGYguJ9sWwFlioF87d014woiG4GtrrnPyYEu0T-QzZJ6pMfXO7yyxIH1zzLvRVTI2r_p72nlPS6GhRjWVmCbbm-_w/s666/Tulip%C3%A1n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMmbJwmrllGC1zZkd27XE-6_487TMyzMmZsinKbpQ39QYXQ9TwGqwiSf6D7yO5qYf-9-xnnNPkFZKwyxuf-a5HQtvQQOIUdGgbxtGYguJ9sWwFlioF87d014woiG4GtrrnPyYEu0T-QzZJ6pMfXO7yyxIH1zzLvRVTI2r_p72nlPS6GhRjWVmCbbm-_w/w300-h400/Tulip%C3%A1n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De algún modo misterioso, la poesía nos salva: «Vemos que el arte, a través de la historia, no nos ha salvado de casi nada. En Auschwitz se oía música de Bach, de Beethoven, de Mozart, mientras se estaba incinerando a las personas en los hornos crematorios. Sin embargo, yo sí pienso que el arte y la poesía nos salvan de muchas cosas. Para mí, escribir un poema es un momento de luz, no sé si útil, pero valiosísimo».</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dionisia García</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-50851790105568492252024-03-19T09:40:00.000-07:002024-03-19T09:40:08.818-07:00...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOgQ3NcMmOFeXOuUcYEZ8HjFbenjM5JMndIyDu6sw-qC3_9NQpZn2G5p9kV-WX0VymRd8ixqmlyLVCVkFKNLDYcjJd9fj2-geN8T7BMw-XQl_0QhcQWl3EwJ6j3JL0V9Ymk-laVuHj3TZkIHJC8Uao_pEHuysCHa2xwYcHsKv1VFeMWcI_5-sV3EZlzU/s536/ce43167f0b16331fee136ef569d6712a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="414" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOgQ3NcMmOFeXOuUcYEZ8HjFbenjM5JMndIyDu6sw-qC3_9NQpZn2G5p9kV-WX0VymRd8ixqmlyLVCVkFKNLDYcjJd9fj2-geN8T7BMw-XQl_0QhcQWl3EwJ6j3JL0V9Ymk-laVuHj3TZkIHJC8Uao_pEHuysCHa2xwYcHsKv1VFeMWcI_5-sV3EZlzU/w309-h400/ce43167f0b16331fee136ef569d6712a.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: center;">Kathy Lawrence, <i>Su tierno cuidado.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ite ad Josehp.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-331083872241121772024-03-12T13:18:00.000-07:002024-03-12T13:18:31.136-07:00Ternura<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQU9pQpcOlpv9MoKR_sEqwoqVZ6Sfc5b4Ke7QclLArgDuMtS9qaJ_dod5T77q1cM3m0yfczd1III5avXRktKS9G4k0dVEuJ0dUZATW8mYXYtsnu3KjPoxnTzfp0BmGvPeHUSZ_348dVwUF0n8Vj7mD0o95ALhCSJy4gt91TQANFTfMRQAFEm-FFFWug3A/s1000/Jon%20B%C3%B8e%20Paulsen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="878" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQU9pQpcOlpv9MoKR_sEqwoqVZ6Sfc5b4Ke7QclLArgDuMtS9qaJ_dod5T77q1cM3m0yfczd1III5avXRktKS9G4k0dVEuJ0dUZATW8mYXYtsnu3KjPoxnTzfp0BmGvPeHUSZ_348dVwUF0n8Vj7mD0o95ALhCSJy4gt91TQANFTfMRQAFEm-FFFWug3A/w351-h400/Jon%20B%C3%B8e%20Paulsen.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Jon Bøe Paulsen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> Transformaba la realidad a través de la ternura.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Carmen Canet</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/b9Ibc2DCAEo?si=xhutRC8pSZTcsZG0" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Brahms - 3 Intermezzi op. 117</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Eric Lu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">El propio Johannes Brahms se refiere a estos <i>tres Intermezzi </i>como “canciones de cuna para mis tristezas”.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-82257895250100180602024-03-11T17:50:00.000-07:002024-03-11T18:14:39.275-07:00Joaquín Sorolla: miradas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLJVK0zow0t5kHxjJTnCcOn6Yu4LjJJt4IwmzOif704thBAYHiP6hqvi1xtCUtSjgmXOSK8yi-CEae1j6rl_52yeog6lqHyKG4vcNqqhQxZfS7liSSKuxab1IxEUZ-pcMbV_hvYdMlPsiH5Hi_FifCjrIdeHTchilQFZF2nBGDa2W0UE2c4N3WtZv2qc/s639/Sorolla%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="384" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLJVK0zow0t5kHxjJTnCcOn6Yu4LjJJt4IwmzOif704thBAYHiP6hqvi1xtCUtSjgmXOSK8yi-CEae1j6rl_52yeog6lqHyKG4vcNqqhQxZfS7liSSKuxab1IxEUZ-pcMbV_hvYdMlPsiH5Hi_FifCjrIdeHTchilQFZF2nBGDa2W0UE2c4N3WtZv2qc/w384-h640/Sorolla%203.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Joaquín Sorolla, <i>Clotilde sentada en un sofá, </i>1910, Museo Sorolla, Madrid, España</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZF5SpMDZ5Bg?si=_ELJZRldPZ0epDEA" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Apuntes de Joaquín Sorolla. La esencia de su mirada" - Dña. Blanca Pons-Sorolla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZQm2-a4Gd_el-hxRjjFRTWyWyrNQe7epBvgLJFpsjya-PHpv1ktxDwQdg2Nz9xULIQv7lQPYmTVJkqtKTwPXpR9lX8-MjhNJB3Rrww54C-FjHf3nB1JIQAnflbuNAJX5Ht8s-VDVjfvH58g2jf1jHYwFueH1vBCaBLPQ0PgFBF02VcByNu5XbH2gkEE/s604/interior-de-la-catedral-de-leon-1903-museo-sorolla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="357" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZQm2-a4Gd_el-hxRjjFRTWyWyrNQe7epBvgLJFpsjya-PHpv1ktxDwQdg2Nz9xULIQv7lQPYmTVJkqtKTwPXpR9lX8-MjhNJB3Rrww54C-FjHf3nB1JIQAnflbuNAJX5Ht8s-VDVjfvH58g2jf1jHYwFueH1vBCaBLPQ0PgFBF02VcByNu5XbH2gkEE/w378-h640/interior-de-la-catedral-de-leon-1903-museo-sorolla.jpg" width="378" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Joaquín Sorolla, </span><i style="font-family: times;">Interior de la Catedral de León</i><span style="font-family: times;">, 1903, Museo Sorolla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JkM4WLeQduc?si=K-oTPiny3yl7D0Fi" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Sorolla en León" | D. Miguel Ángel Cordero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Sorolla acabó enamorado de los cielos limpios, azules y poderosos de León</span><span style="font-family: times;">..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-67980676648337651082024-03-09T14:15:00.000-08:002024-03-09T14:15:21.343-08:00El invierno<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfP8RiOcurT6LvvRLJmdhEwPXbvnFn2hHWFnBMgvgP-3AHxsvuFY33w5xGlPij9ydQbdea4GBjVHXDJuyScDUcSs4dDHHbGAFeNoAFo1LUjgF0sB3STyIHYrt1tovuSwUdiXjGXd4bhGp06fTwEzmpwWLoDbtPC7kKaPGUpBhJowOfifP39UugSFPqNo/s2344/Koichi%20Sakamoto.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2344" data-original-width="1818" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfP8RiOcurT6LvvRLJmdhEwPXbvnFn2hHWFnBMgvgP-3AHxsvuFY33w5xGlPij9ydQbdea4GBjVHXDJuyScDUcSs4dDHHbGAFeNoAFo1LUjgF0sB3STyIHYrt1tovuSwUdiXjGXd4bhGp06fTwEzmpwWLoDbtPC7kKaPGUpBhJowOfifP39UugSFPqNo/w310-h400/Koichi%20Sakamoto.png" width="310" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Koichi Sakamoto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhCb0F7FxBKpCswZ4G_DiU1BtrpvIw0Vlox_CuhDKsQbb82uWaR90YTlUpBllHUOVcVSngOF1bjqzSip1qO-vZjQuT_h3HMOO9iifpbWlHsMg_fES2Gpeup8ijVUfCqM5Ncgn4ATO9rkFYdrmt3Ca9145DGy-9rOUM_OY0p3FMdF_VexdB-CzPOAiK28/s1427/Farm%20Scene,%201941.%20Adolf%20Dehn..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1427" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhCb0F7FxBKpCswZ4G_DiU1BtrpvIw0Vlox_CuhDKsQbb82uWaR90YTlUpBllHUOVcVSngOF1bjqzSip1qO-vZjQuT_h3HMOO9iifpbWlHsMg_fES2Gpeup8ijVUfCqM5Ncgn4ATO9rkFYdrmt3Ca9145DGy-9rOUM_OY0p3FMdF_VexdB-CzPOAiK28/w336-h400/Farm%20Scene,%201941.%20Adolf%20Dehn..jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Adolf Dehn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlZoYvhMOt4l8qrvxVUjkYfOBXhJ0VNbKLTN1iIOxUa4BaxLS2Y75kFLOwVcZduPyZafxYZbVRITgKhB23MQ2obceZYK-CigwlNXNotMu3s6VwAkkWAZEJwGbJ5KzPvJ39Jyj9eZZUfvW7wQWO79hWbI7NJboP6rG-eEKYjtNeuRO9urcEzMKr1wm/s900/Roger%20Duvoisin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="482" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlZoYvhMOt4l8qrvxVUjkYfOBXhJ0VNbKLTN1iIOxUa4BaxLS2Y75kFLOwVcZduPyZafxYZbVRITgKhB23MQ2obceZYK-CigwlNXNotMu3s6VwAkkWAZEJwGbJ5KzPvJ39Jyj9eZZUfvW7wQWO79hWbI7NJboP6rG-eEKYjtNeuRO9urcEzMKr1wm/w342-h640/Roger%20Duvoisin.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Roger Duvoisin</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“Cuando hace frío en el tiempo del frío para mí es como si hiciera buen tiempo, porque para mi ser adecuado a la naturaleza de las cosas, lo natural es lo agradable solo porque es natural”. </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Fernando Pessoa</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-dlrqNo-DrA?si=hy2u9ysdhK0wbkJ1" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jules Massenet (1842-1912) - Meditation from Thais</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-35803868913615728232024-03-08T12:25:00.000-08:002024-03-08T12:25:41.915-08:00Isabel la Católica<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ho0VhLa0MGPlDuDdQ0fL3SJ4mpDeEwGTDiFmOnzn0nVKfC-WSSVpccPUqJtUb4M3lOf2pc2SGHhVTbxW7obvdciU54ykCTRpre_J4tb9CZdJ7y3V8RMXW1aWZ51ybF0gzSzR-eCBw23TEswvqL0n5oFkm0HJhS464QzOCT3Pq5ancksEilXm0umtwLM/s1600/Isabel%20la%20Cat%C3%B3lica,%20Madrazo%20y%20Kuntz,%20Luis%20de.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1600" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ho0VhLa0MGPlDuDdQ0fL3SJ4mpDeEwGTDiFmOnzn0nVKfC-WSSVpccPUqJtUb4M3lOf2pc2SGHhVTbxW7obvdciU54ykCTRpre_J4tb9CZdJ7y3V8RMXW1aWZ51ybF0gzSzR-eCBw23TEswvqL0n5oFkm0HJhS464QzOCT3Pq5ancksEilXm0umtwLM/w400-h330/Isabel%20la%20Cat%C3%B3lica,%20Madrazo%20y%20Kuntz,%20Luis%20de.webp" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: center;">Luis de Madrazo y Kuntz, <i>Isabel la Católica</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhgeluXYSzjj7WOJ3eaOV8N-cjouxKrGs1RIWumUAV8Ry7-JnX5CV5Ln8BOKL9c0nHrOFalloXKsSh-f-SU3ucOXEGnFSIa8mep5BE7VzSOIK6TBCgAsEfhEBSY-5SvySN0wRgDopIC1KaVGoy3YP5wVoOnEIq4HnN1ljAMGVr6DEMQE2gK5svpex2g8/s674/c3d28bfe99b2f17de8049bb1bc6bc468.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhgeluXYSzjj7WOJ3eaOV8N-cjouxKrGs1RIWumUAV8Ry7-JnX5CV5Ln8BOKL9c0nHrOFalloXKsSh-f-SU3ucOXEGnFSIa8mep5BE7VzSOIK6TBCgAsEfhEBSY-5SvySN0wRgDopIC1KaVGoy3YP5wVoOnEIq4HnN1ljAMGVr6DEMQE2gK5svpex2g8/w334-h400/c3d28bfe99b2f17de8049bb1bc6bc468.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Augusto Ferrer-Dalmau, “El cuadro " Reina y Señora" Isabel la Católica y el Gran Capitán”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">«En la uña del dedo meñique de una mujer, Isabel la Católica, había más potencia gobernante, más energía política, que en todos los poetas, economistas, oradores, periodistas, abogados y retóricos españoles del siglo XIX». </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;">Benito Pérez Galdós, «El grande Oriente» Episodios Nacionales.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/peeZYg180pE?si=drZ2SWKLuyOG09fv" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Isabel la Católica, Reina y Sierva de Dios</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YGhoDFpffno?si=BrPNjUB5Q9sg4JvX" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Isabel la Católica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dWrHC5KPt38?si=QuR12rp124Ulv6_0" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mater Dei: “Isabel la Católica, más cerca de los altares. Argumentos y datos del proceso”.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-32255198799263615692024-03-07T11:55:00.000-08:002024-03-07T11:55:37.026-08:00...<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUgVdviaxFRHKx6TimU_QAxW5nswJmOIjWVd00KF_ufXlWo49LeoNSxs3ZobhyphenhypheninbxtYoHyStFtHYu45J28mP5YLDWyoRGPW8lyV3neWbwM70dMT-51yLnlzsnEAiFRCCnYyPOZvVPk0JKfa-dtasJK7XK13eBkeoqfKHEZCXAFimUM2GmC1th-STCos/s1201/Luna%2003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUgVdviaxFRHKx6TimU_QAxW5nswJmOIjWVd00KF_ufXlWo49LeoNSxs3ZobhyphenhypheninbxtYoHyStFtHYu45J28mP5YLDWyoRGPW8lyV3neWbwM70dMT-51yLnlzsnEAiFRCCnYyPOZvVPk0JKfa-dtasJK7XK13eBkeoqfKHEZCXAFimUM2GmC1th-STCos/s320/Luna%2003.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;">Los hay que piensan que el mundo acabará con una explosión, otros tristemente imaginan que finalizará con un lamento, pero los hay irreductibles que sueñan que terminará con un gran aplauso.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;">Ramón Eder</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: right;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VIdqtaPRueM?si=HAPpQrPusmu0UsbE" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-34569976124901546662024-03-04T12:18:00.000-08:002024-03-04T12:18:35.469-08:00...<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorVPGUxbDzpK9CSAjhr7WGh5QE4U7x-EU2dSp1gAxdJrOimo3mycg0GcgBWW4iDxdye-NPpdQsPuG8SFuUtYuUb24LF_a5SNqqObG-_GmOtWk6K03g8_gElEcSLT_b166jNzqGxDpprjGUa-MvfU09H8v5rjHGmr5C4VUuoUwbjcMPzVZ5YlTB1ylHsQ/s800/David%20Cox%20Jnr.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="800" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorVPGUxbDzpK9CSAjhr7WGh5QE4U7x-EU2dSp1gAxdJrOimo3mycg0GcgBWW4iDxdye-NPpdQsPuG8SFuUtYuUb24LF_a5SNqqObG-_GmOtWk6K03g8_gElEcSLT_b166jNzqGxDpprjGUa-MvfU09H8v5rjHGmr5C4VUuoUwbjcMPzVZ5YlTB1ylHsQ/w400-h284/David%20Cox%20Jnr.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">David Cox</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsNcOsVvBp3d4kyAwIqoW2Yk7DlKCPbTk649VhPXAT9l2rEEXHYYn67JV-9CtBleg_r00WiefGI2h_rSc9yRcoZBCIjZo-xCVBKH95da895yH3xHdEtWd3OgKUdihCA2LkR7enRYIcUDpPtp9KPcsZKgcPH58ZH5cm0V25fv7dpS-8iGFl6eMTqtV9yU/s737/Antoinette%20Van%20Kleef.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsNcOsVvBp3d4kyAwIqoW2Yk7DlKCPbTk649VhPXAT9l2rEEXHYYn67JV-9CtBleg_r00WiefGI2h_rSc9yRcoZBCIjZo-xCVBKH95da895yH3xHdEtWd3OgKUdihCA2LkR7enRYIcUDpPtp9KPcsZKgcPH58ZH5cm0V25fv7dpS-8iGFl6eMTqtV9yU/w271-h400/Antoinette%20Van%20Kleef.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Antoinette Van Kleef</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Teología de la historia. Lo peor está por venir. Lo mejor está por volver".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ricardo Calleja</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tnhqnvnpj3g?si=lqtGIc9loU8IgKkO" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Chopin: Prélude No. 6 in B minor 'Lento assai'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-33382832955114933092024-02-26T14:51:00.000-08:002024-02-26T15:06:58.268-08:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisArJdVcLM1IFdnFyR_seSJYfWncdT3boFYK_1EpLr28t8f1H30MfYuoQpZ4ftOjdA2dva25aILydIJ24l_TI6nFqG-Kc5pNtXKvu3NXxiauuH_xgVFulFIkiLksqVJbiEsxDObLHiwabFCw7KLRmX4uKMKUayy5WWbs7nrbWWgOI8Ik83zgX2ofg9YSo/s900/Hengki%20Koentjoro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="900" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisArJdVcLM1IFdnFyR_seSJYfWncdT3boFYK_1EpLr28t8f1H30MfYuoQpZ4ftOjdA2dva25aILydIJ24l_TI6nFqG-Kc5pNtXKvu3NXxiauuH_xgVFulFIkiLksqVJbiEsxDObLHiwabFCw7KLRmX4uKMKUayy5WWbs7nrbWWgOI8Ik83zgX2ofg9YSo/w400-h258/Hengki%20Koentjoro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" iframe="" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/O1ZnDV7naRs?si=okHjHdoCQ2hwTuBB" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Paco de Lucía, <i>Reflejo de luna</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Mark Knopfler: "Al verlo he entendido que no sé tocar la guitarra."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-84782337877727437292024-02-23T19:11:00.000-08:002024-02-28T15:54:05.734-08:00...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEi_je_MSiLllluGDXDiIX0z9xb5Yfo4X65iG4ax4T2S18QrQlUMwKRsN0Z-5Q6tJ9_xQ9VbU27GVs-Ya7XsQ1Gjdpk2bybh9nA0Munm0zPOZIY4QvbfYWciiM1sGG_rN0WfktdwD3REDG7buDnVHrFQvXcPmjvAhUEXPEcAswnJWAsIFNClnTFK_IVgw/s574/Playa%20222.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEi_je_MSiLllluGDXDiIX0z9xb5Yfo4X65iG4ax4T2S18QrQlUMwKRsN0Z-5Q6tJ9_xQ9VbU27GVs-Ya7XsQ1Gjdpk2bybh9nA0Munm0zPOZIY4QvbfYWciiM1sGG_rN0WfktdwD3REDG7buDnVHrFQvXcPmjvAhUEXPEcAswnJWAsIFNClnTFK_IVgw/w349-h400/Playa%20222.png" width="349" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“La playa murmurante se despliega</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">como un leve abanico”.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Juan Gil-Albert</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;">por primera vez estuvo ante mis ojos”.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Juan Gil-Albert</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KALXrOU8pFE?si=whY7xt5KaUolQSbV" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Scarlatti: Sonata in F Minor, K. 466</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-29292431957467142452024-02-16T17:09:00.000-08:002024-02-16T17:09:57.835-08:00...<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDPP2lo8Y4VeGp4S8F7xNDZND-ufYAREc1hUm1JG9EUNHxCwSmaBz2drIbgySVxWuTnZmvqUeGlLtS1I53R4hRbRuBilmfMhHEuaJsbR4RjTuKxrE5hiYiTScOO1QSAbssRbTZuE3YBgqBHxt_ct6QUzxcDA3uGdzuGIoPE6PhQC7L0ouHfqrNWTSCY8/s650/tumblr_14f24441f3fd1d93ce2ef029c318d8c9_19b3c2aa_540.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDPP2lo8Y4VeGp4S8F7xNDZND-ufYAREc1hUm1JG9EUNHxCwSmaBz2drIbgySVxWuTnZmvqUeGlLtS1I53R4hRbRuBilmfMhHEuaJsbR4RjTuKxrE5hiYiTScOO1QSAbssRbTZuE3YBgqBHxt_ct6QUzxcDA3uGdzuGIoPE6PhQC7L0ouHfqrNWTSCY8/w333-h400/tumblr_14f24441f3fd1d93ce2ef029c318d8c9_19b3c2aa_540.png" width="333" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Un clásico es un libro que nunca termina de decir lo que tiene que decir.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Italo Calvino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-8949180255232953552024-02-13T17:34:00.000-08:002024-03-04T21:57:21.482-08:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6v70bfbe0y2RfX2HWgi3WO6uwhHIRf4m_GDeVqx0HRFzp9SmUPHY6so1FC4ePBkf9hLiTPhHYeqW84W1HsLo9xuZXn7bW2-8L0ZbYR7N3VJmdd-cmdT0JfO5c9dFBl_XeQm2qspcyxYWvpiLXymgdWBaCO0C_djOn49RX5EEeNfiL09wTWtxzGJaSv0/s500/8452ef22d02b39bcfa461cf3091d2994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="500" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6v70bfbe0y2RfX2HWgi3WO6uwhHIRf4m_GDeVqx0HRFzp9SmUPHY6so1FC4ePBkf9hLiTPhHYeqW84W1HsLo9xuZXn7bW2-8L0ZbYR7N3VJmdd-cmdT0JfO5c9dFBl_XeQm2qspcyxYWvpiLXymgdWBaCO0C_djOn49RX5EEeNfiL09wTWtxzGJaSv0/s320/8452ef22d02b39bcfa461cf3091d2994.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>AMOR CONSTANTE, MÁS ALLÁ DE LA MUERTE<br /><br />Cerrar podrá mis ojos la postrera<br />sombra que me llevare el blanco día, <br />y podrá desatar esta alma mía <br />hora a su afán ansioso lisonjera; <br /><br />mas no, de esotra parte, en la ribera, <br />dejará la memoria, en donde ardía: <br />nadar sabe mi llama la agua fría, <br />y perder el respeto a ley severa. <br /><br />Alma a quien todo un Dios prisión ha sido, <br />venas que humor a tanto fuego han dado, <br />médulas que han gloriosamente ardido, <br /><br />su cuerpo dejará, no su cuidado, <br />serán ceniza, mas tendrá sentido,<br />polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.<div><br /></div><div>Francisco de Quevedo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uql9IV5M_j8?si=dcOk_UZh6dpMqM-w" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Samuel Barber: Violin Concerto: II. Andante</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-31700306468555629452024-02-09T14:52:00.000-08:002024-03-04T22:27:46.015-08:00A mis soledades...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJxmP3aLb8tYArkuZONQuZP1l8o6maDjOy_mkgTYOy-EeD7R5qS04LDqsxmmCtdJuM9DIMSqnV1N_J0jLyyLwK7qheaUkUlqtlvD4IIOg_Lhi-XyqW8y1jOzUnr04UEhYmSP0wmm4wQRsfWJ7IRodEpk5Z_HXb3uNL2MXfaLrr5AP5vvgWO7pUiUAIgI/s503/Playa%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJxmP3aLb8tYArkuZONQuZP1l8o6maDjOy_mkgTYOy-EeD7R5qS04LDqsxmmCtdJuM9DIMSqnV1N_J0jLyyLwK7qheaUkUlqtlvD4IIOg_Lhi-XyqW8y1jOzUnr04UEhYmSP0wmm4wQRsfWJ7IRodEpk5Z_HXb3uNL2MXfaLrr5AP5vvgWO7pUiUAIgI/w398-h400/Playa%204.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"No puede durar el mundo, </span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">porque dicen, y lo creo, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que suena a vidrio quebrado</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y que ha de romperse presto.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Señales son del juicio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ver que todos le perdemos, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">unos por carta de más, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">otros por carta de menos".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> Lope de Vega</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.03); color: #0f1419; font-family: times; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0dQSzOr34IA?si=PuTbb2lONb4_eZgs" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Joaquín Turina: Sextet for Viola, Piano, and String Quartet, Op. 7</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-68287800560709571912024-02-03T10:16:00.000-08:002024-02-03T10:16:02.163-08:00Comedietas<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aIHQP6fQ-WLylh3tulTmi94_CZfgFvZs3u1MT1tHAEn5uFyeN4TgLiriZNE6J75GvQl6zfwFzYtjEk00OFnUw6GOr4RiygwMxEqy5LoBimh9SQUleLxQs0MrYonYsOEJyyxqf6nPSLb_fzKYaEqic0RodG4n8JK1ZcTfHk1chjEhJm6HS7gyYmtcMKI/s1349/Invierno%2077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aIHQP6fQ-WLylh3tulTmi94_CZfgFvZs3u1MT1tHAEn5uFyeN4TgLiriZNE6J75GvQl6zfwFzYtjEk00OFnUw6GOr4RiygwMxEqy5LoBimh9SQUleLxQs0MrYonYsOEJyyxqf6nPSLb_fzKYaEqic0RodG4n8JK1ZcTfHk1chjEhJm6HS7gyYmtcMKI/w320-h400/Invierno%2077.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Si existen los ángeles<br />no creo que lean<br />nuestras novelas<br />sobre ilusiones perdidas.<br /><br />Me temo -por desgracia-<br />que tampoco nuestros versos<br />quejándonos del mundo.<br /><br />Los espasmos y los gritos<br />de nuestras obras teatrales<br />deben -sospecho-<br />impacientarlos.<br /><br />Al fin de su jornada<br />angelical, o sea inhumana,<br />ven sobre todo<br />nuestras comedias<br />de la época del cine mudo.<br /><br />Más que a los lamentadores,<br />rasgadores de vestiduras,<br />y rechinadores de dientes,<br />valoran -según creo-<br />a ese infeliz<br />que agarra de la peluca al que se ahoga<br />o que por hambre se deleita<br />con sus propias agujetas.<br /><br />De la cintura hacia arriba, pechera y aspiraciones,<br />más abajo, un ratón aterrado<br />en las piernas del pantalón.<br />Eso sí<br />que debe hacerles mucha gracia.<br /><br />En una persecución en círculo<br />el que persigue se convierte en perseguido.<br />La luz en el túnel<br />resulta ser el ojo de un tigre.<br />Cien catástrofes<br />son cien graciosas cabriolas<br />al borde de cien precipicios.<br /><br />Si existen los ángeles .<br />debería -espero-<br />llegar a convencerlos<br />esa hilaridad que se alimenta del espanto,<br />sin siquiera gritar ¡socorro!,<br />porque todo sucede en silencio.<br /><br />Me atrevo a suponer<br />que aplauden con las alas<br />y de sus ojos brotan lágrimas<br />cuando menos de risa.</span><div><br /></div><b>Wislawa Szymborska,</b> <i>Fin y principio,</i> traducción de Gerardo Beltrán<br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FBNq-F80uFc?si=I0VRf0gktsVcMOwH" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times;">A. Vivaldi - Piccolo Concerto in C major (RV443)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-62742472308579981952024-01-25T15:12:00.000-08:002024-01-25T15:12:53.194-08:00...<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ReFMxAA4HR-S3wIpqnyOr_hypvw1kaw_j66KbfOhp6gl34w_84_wzlvhwPhcctXfImr-ZG5tmsRj45ZsHEPZvKqF0aMDNWEKFGdq_dt9R-sKMj4Tc5V8HTiLnZiUEwCeQw-OVE-vEdj_jsDVK53SjLsU8WBBSD79VOPO_cHo1Ia1dGie7zeifBLTxuQ/s640/Nubes%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ReFMxAA4HR-S3wIpqnyOr_hypvw1kaw_j66KbfOhp6gl34w_84_wzlvhwPhcctXfImr-ZG5tmsRj45ZsHEPZvKqF0aMDNWEKFGdq_dt9R-sKMj4Tc5V8HTiLnZiUEwCeQw-OVE-vEdj_jsDVK53SjLsU8WBBSD79VOPO_cHo1Ia1dGie7zeifBLTxuQ/w400-h400/Nubes%203.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>No se puede amar la poesía sin contagiarse con alguna nube.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Aitor Francos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/K3DovEiTNyc?si=gsWwNLWms8sV6-cq" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Les Égarés, "Esperanza"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-62599814323659219152024-01-24T14:32:00.000-08:002024-01-24T15:55:26.418-08:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtxn5IDlT6J9hwcfO-nn4neJ_HQj-CF_xKBRsiHYU1sz1pzqR0asCQeZc9WnGr1oWewCwj5Jx3gaV3FZx8XmQsp7dEIiX1CTvEq4EkHuTQFtIRzSVh4hhoPypkxG1QY4W6v_CYdf0rF1Hj1JCv5VpnpmTwk1qozEIXMZ0gEgUucVZN1R8Hf3vP9uLIGs/s589/manos%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtxn5IDlT6J9hwcfO-nn4neJ_HQj-CF_xKBRsiHYU1sz1pzqR0asCQeZc9WnGr1oWewCwj5Jx3gaV3FZx8XmQsp7dEIiX1CTvEq4EkHuTQFtIRzSVh4hhoPypkxG1QY4W6v_CYdf0rF1Hj1JCv5VpnpmTwk1qozEIXMZ0gEgUucVZN1R8Hf3vP9uLIGs/w323-h400/manos%208.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ese arte supremo, como en el jazz, de improvisar contando con el otro. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Gabriel Insausti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qn3BExSUafs?si=0pNuN5rGwQ1E_fbh" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Tatiana Eva-Marie & Avalon Jazz Band, <i>Si tu vois ma mère</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-1127782221063768172024-01-09T16:48:00.000-08:002024-01-09T16:48:58.932-08:00...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMq497kUYBfier1_TCsKvYPv4VJHJrQ0wdxKu6qVbt4mx7kMkpb82fODZ4e2PWCAnkwT9bUIbKg_1Uc_V1-rPeVelw6pDA9axylGGherW-uWzXXjx8K60L5BPxXI5R6E9PCocY2HDanhPS6IJKObGmRDso-wrzSHjLgiVlJtXOBjhAuVx15hBTzNLyqLE/s458/078d76f06e999ae5b492e37e592cd09c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="395" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMq497kUYBfier1_TCsKvYPv4VJHJrQ0wdxKu6qVbt4mx7kMkpb82fODZ4e2PWCAnkwT9bUIbKg_1Uc_V1-rPeVelw6pDA9axylGGherW-uWzXXjx8K60L5BPxXI5R6E9PCocY2HDanhPS6IJKObGmRDso-wrzSHjLgiVlJtXOBjhAuVx15hBTzNLyqLE/w345-h400/078d76f06e999ae5b492e37e592cd09c.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">«Pues todas las aves vuelan, corazón,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pues todas las aves vuelan,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">volad vos».</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cancionero anónimo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/c6WgE-31rSY?si=PBM7U5xakLLg-PKX" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-8911429692636715252024-01-05T07:20:00.000-08:002024-01-05T07:20:22.349-08:00A los Reyes Magos de Oriente...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvNcZn1g-N7zQY0B3AC33ceHPFgNL81ZDCeQWOwo8Avc9RLYSTK14epYznbw2kvdEpex8KmW0tSmsbsveP8QkbbOg7wKETby1IAPK4bNKQdWzBOtZObgS9Fzr2z6iJ4GjPbYI8STfAU-J7rcXUGjWeQIqqH3wwgJvG8nVeGmIYA6F3WTSiu5Q9y5lFZ4/s750/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="750" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvNcZn1g-N7zQY0B3AC33ceHPFgNL81ZDCeQWOwo8Avc9RLYSTK14epYznbw2kvdEpex8KmW0tSmsbsveP8QkbbOg7wKETby1IAPK4bNKQdWzBOtZObgS9Fzr2z6iJ4GjPbYI8STfAU-J7rcXUGjWeQIqqH3wwgJvG8nVeGmIYA6F3WTSiu5Q9y5lFZ4/w400-h160/1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Queridos Reyes Magos...</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBF22Csn_rRo9RKNYI0BY_mmf6d5_biQn7UztEPw0-do59GRzOMUqIXwwUgUG2uQHzXPtfzzLcEvDKkxuvFnuJ_oMFvmhAIEqyDHk5NO1-VbRthVsACIoGuIRafP898qv3XwHcKSh0i7ogzC5RODw6oStSzdoo387G6oGcHG7IbDLYcoQtq8_q5lkFzSE/s564/e254a1b93e3572596c103b2d1eeebe6c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBF22Csn_rRo9RKNYI0BY_mmf6d5_biQn7UztEPw0-do59GRzOMUqIXwwUgUG2uQHzXPtfzzLcEvDKkxuvFnuJ_oMFvmhAIEqyDHk5NO1-VbRthVsACIoGuIRafP898qv3XwHcKSh0i7ogzC5RODw6oStSzdoo387G6oGcHG7IbDLYcoQtq8_q5lkFzSE/w400-h400/e254a1b93e3572596c103b2d1eeebe6c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: blue; font-size: large; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De la gloria, volandero,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">baja el ángel confitero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">-¡Para ti, Virgen María,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y para ti, Carpintero,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">toda la confitería!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">-¿Y para mí?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">-Para ti,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">granitos de ajonjolí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">A la gloria, volandero,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">sube el ángel confitero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Rafael Alberti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAS0T-19lMBafPW-clBpoWmwWcaqb4rsh_89d0KqR6SHCT0AS6xT7xAd1Ddkwy1b9OnMAbBJPUeMEID7AdYZl9F3rWz6HgjdmtQUJcIXMChstw2hR5HJ1ePE1SD5gxslWesydlirLANpQ2FExrfc2efxikAAlXgdVOunK9OPRggxelM_en84pFvsNTtg/s1200/roscon-de-reyes-elle-1609013991.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="1200" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAS0T-19lMBafPW-clBpoWmwWcaqb4rsh_89d0KqR6SHCT0AS6xT7xAd1Ddkwy1b9OnMAbBJPUeMEID7AdYZl9F3rWz6HgjdmtQUJcIXMChstw2hR5HJ1ePE1SD5gxslWesydlirLANpQ2FExrfc2efxikAAlXgdVOunK9OPRggxelM_en84pFvsNTtg/s320/roscon-de-reyes-elle-1609013991.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Mdesk97JsQ0?si=ozWYecVwFfQ2EYLx" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ya vienen los Reyes Magos...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">¡Feliz noche y día de Reyes!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-39357648903578758212023-12-24T07:39:00.000-08:002023-12-24T07:39:58.821-08:00La Luz del mundo<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tVyYoLFt8-2ChPYXWyHVsDJzD48S8vdMzvT1ZtU4JZLdS9X1Rl94G5yT8i1x0zgh0t6Y74py4Ykk0X0-E7s9R8H587on1l3UNlIGjD8cY6xF0Qkc8RH_as78PKPsUR-e_TDrI1lKZkoLs6EjXLXiT7tsgnThVEPA39ZhjZfd1eC5V8nTJnhf2oUskyU/s720/Gerrit%20Van%20Honthorst,%20La%20Adoraci%C3%B3n%20del%20Ni%C3%B1o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="720" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tVyYoLFt8-2ChPYXWyHVsDJzD48S8vdMzvT1ZtU4JZLdS9X1Rl94G5yT8i1x0zgh0t6Y74py4Ykk0X0-E7s9R8H587on1l3UNlIGjD8cY6xF0Qkc8RH_as78PKPsUR-e_TDrI1lKZkoLs6EjXLXiT7tsgnThVEPA39ZhjZfd1eC5V8nTJnhf2oUskyU/w400-h296/Gerrit%20Van%20Honthorst,%20La%20Adoraci%C3%B3n%20del%20Ni%C3%B1o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><i>La Adoración del Niño,</i> Gerrit Van Honthorst</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>La luz brilla</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i> en las tinieblas</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Juan 1, 5</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUgyp3yuWj74OANd3Wt3Q9Y_MzRcDG9psOTd_yZYDnPIpa443FzWI59OBWYeq1dCFRCWofaqJdFEd_d2JtTqhRkXfssa-KyoeGeh0KIysAJVw9T7mhVDlUIDv1WEjFQHvRstuOet34sD_xeu9AuAu0XAES_W5cHGhRP3PbgiYhjujXJi8GeJ5RbEUYz0/s709/d60ed8dc49267dcf4d949829d08d79ff.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUgyp3yuWj74OANd3Wt3Q9Y_MzRcDG9psOTd_yZYDnPIpa443FzWI59OBWYeq1dCFRCWofaqJdFEd_d2JtTqhRkXfssa-KyoeGeh0KIysAJVw9T7mhVDlUIDv1WEjFQHvRstuOet34sD_xeu9AuAu0XAES_W5cHGhRP3PbgiYhjujXJi8GeJ5RbEUYz0/w319-h400/d60ed8dc49267dcf4d949829d08d79ff.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>La Luz del mundo, </i>François Boucher</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXu1J0bvdpV6PdOkeM4u0XgDDcsXGIXSAx-oQvhiNsppQ3qmdX0yYYh02nU6ADdOfs4nxTr5sDpyFbI2tdQ7kEDU4vvtXe2APKZ2CY9YWAj0Rf_5gNJLBRpPbCPDa5yEQaCQqFfNNNIp9FuLMJo24-V6rSdN_n7skeKDBweIspZOvmRZXk5llFEk1Ax8/s474/7af03b90707780ea5c267aa45902081e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="474" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXu1J0bvdpV6PdOkeM4u0XgDDcsXGIXSAx-oQvhiNsppQ3qmdX0yYYh02nU6ADdOfs4nxTr5sDpyFbI2tdQ7kEDU4vvtXe2APKZ2CY9YWAj0Rf_5gNJLBRpPbCPDa5yEQaCQqFfNNNIp9FuLMJo24-V6rSdN_n7skeKDBweIspZOvmRZXk5llFEk1Ax8/s320/7af03b90707780ea5c267aa45902081e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>El llanto del hombre en Dios,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>y en el hombre la alegría.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">San Juan de la Cruz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">¡Feliz Navidad!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EHDjkX14xkE?si=F_5Z8pqdQA_lgL9J" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> J.S. Bach: Oratorio de Navidad</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-17495499481079731482023-12-18T15:11:00.000-08:002024-03-09T15:40:53.419-08:00Madre de la Esperanza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUIoKeJv3Rj_AxkXPhfXROJWYmUZ_GMnV_ToB97U8RrIF0jr2f8GT0ZwYO1I-v9JmCxPCBRrDlzDYz4ymUYCWvegNuZEtKNGMYL7ad7SRJVe8ZVGXSSVolK5BDRKSsw_AqQAb327-vymlPIcxwDLlw-4ed1fWlSKrF1A-p3KWLNUr4sLAgNGvgV_3ELs/s800/Virgen%20de%20la%20Esperanza%20-%20Javier%20Vier.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUIoKeJv3Rj_AxkXPhfXROJWYmUZ_GMnV_ToB97U8RrIF0jr2f8GT0ZwYO1I-v9JmCxPCBRrDlzDYz4ymUYCWvegNuZEtKNGMYL7ad7SRJVe8ZVGXSSVolK5BDRKSsw_AqQAb327-vymlPIcxwDLlw-4ed1fWlSKrF1A-p3KWLNUr4sLAgNGvgV_3ELs/w400-h640/Virgen%20de%20la%20Esperanza%20-%20Javier%20Vier.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>MARÍA EN ADVIENTO <div><br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mira, concebirás y darás a luz un hijo, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a quien llamarás Jesús. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">(Lc 1, 31) </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Cuando contemplo el brillo de mi aldea</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> bajo el sol que se ríe con la fuente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> o el trigo que se mece blandamente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> y promete nacer mientras verdea; </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cuando escucho a José que carpintea</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">una cuna de olivo, oigo a la gente </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que me sabe feliz porque presiente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">una ola de luz con tu marea…, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> cierro los ojos y palpo tu presencia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> en este santuario de mi seno</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> oh, mi Niño, te siento en mi regazo, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y te escucho latir con la querencia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de un vacío que nunca estuvo lleno, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y un mundo desvalido sin tu abrazo. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pedro Miguel Lamet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKdHkXl9lPyGqQcpofFV-agQdFX0sn4ahojokU59ERTVuvvxAfp-_hr480K5sY1jHyRjAMmYUuZRZUmPkR1fxoN9KMedTVLCHlp292OBO5W05ao7L7HYSZMxlHtAbX7Y0rqjG2b7BzMJPY6UssUB35aT-dWlqIDje35-zsf2WmDYfyyR9G-Cd5psEzTI/s800/Virgen%20de%20la%20Esperanza-%20Javier%20Viver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKdHkXl9lPyGqQcpofFV-agQdFX0sn4ahojokU59ERTVuvvxAfp-_hr480K5sY1jHyRjAMmYUuZRZUmPkR1fxoN9KMedTVLCHlp292OBO5W05ao7L7HYSZMxlHtAbX7Y0rqjG2b7BzMJPY6UssUB35aT-dWlqIDje35-zsf2WmDYfyyR9G-Cd5psEzTI/w400-h640/Virgen%20de%20la%20Esperanza-%20Javier%20Viver.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Madre de la Esperanza, </i>Javier Viver</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tnpcVSlCrTg?si=CN8s2-90s7-PDUYQ" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">J.S. Bach: Cantatas de Adviento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-69271139491762921602023-12-16T05:12:00.000-08:002023-12-16T05:12:19.440-08:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGS5UldFqp8IlkD6cmo9JVBBk2397qiC8b0RiYWdZVhOlHvBfOITmw-XRKqiXG5Nzj8IrYRWhiwQANNPYXHl1XbVDQ_3EcAwcReJmTUMPMmBy5StkCvm_XeBvSbLYKiDGXESHfv9GQLNHw7C4tKzW4W5Em4a3kGTiNe8vjRLCftP7ABsXSgmua9AidLaM/s846/9dda787731c03544b1d36b5b8fe19842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGS5UldFqp8IlkD6cmo9JVBBk2397qiC8b0RiYWdZVhOlHvBfOITmw-XRKqiXG5Nzj8IrYRWhiwQANNPYXHl1XbVDQ_3EcAwcReJmTUMPMmBy5StkCvm_XeBvSbLYKiDGXESHfv9GQLNHw7C4tKzW4W5Em4a3kGTiNe8vjRLCftP7ABsXSgmua9AidLaM/w266-h400/9dda787731c03544b1d36b5b8fe19842.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">"¿Y si te busco en el <i>crescendo </i>del pan con levadura?".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Isabel Mellado</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lUL49-98oGo?si=EVimcXhLHpe5VDy_" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561378487621793174.post-45069264344847957932023-12-06T11:09:00.000-08:002023-12-06T11:22:21.647-08:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJlQXn4EN4wO82At2d_f5g-YKUFLtx08q_9iNTwP9VOCNN1sZC8oUwlAUTe2UGKCsZ3mueCHhB92j0XcTAZ8pfDwgFXwD2oYHZ-b1q8KIaIvqNI2VlWGHywfjRNAlnmDT2S4Y8ncbnsUm17Oc2RhIVgithsudrt37ytvrKp1KVQVywjxHu1WMx086a9Q/s498/Luna%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="498" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJlQXn4EN4wO82At2d_f5g-YKUFLtx08q_9iNTwP9VOCNN1sZC8oUwlAUTe2UGKCsZ3mueCHhB92j0XcTAZ8pfDwgFXwD2oYHZ-b1q8KIaIvqNI2VlWGHywfjRNAlnmDT2S4Y8ncbnsUm17Oc2RhIVgithsudrt37ytvrKp1KVQVywjxHu1WMx086a9Q/w400-h285/Luna%203.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIcbPtRSoEM4e1jc1Hu8WkxwOLOl30T2AELNLgniqAdd6D7Ds9JLvKFrumhJx22FB_wR9cWgZuXtYZt4_wQxwfS42mWa_5A2skrEtp7mrwCWbIwaxiahvIIRNTpVqY_plPJC2Ov3cl3RiZE84pelL8aBylOL8xYLVKAWh63kcwOIn29n2QDlA9-U_y4E/s500/Noche%207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="500" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIcbPtRSoEM4e1jc1Hu8WkxwOLOl30T2AELNLgniqAdd6D7Ds9JLvKFrumhJx22FB_wR9cWgZuXtYZt4_wQxwfS42mWa_5A2skrEtp7mrwCWbIwaxiahvIIRNTpVqY_plPJC2Ov3cl3RiZE84pelL8aBylOL8xYLVKAWh63kcwOIn29n2QDlA9-U_y4E/w400-h265/Noche%207.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDLaaLiGWm9Vc1CszuiJpHe6eWLJAQKSNgaJwlBznvhpUx3MQpCcdCwarVdVzYlCjr4AoiW3ijjnQ6y14kT7EjVvf2BrnQRJXZCDWivdhHVipi3OejbvRxO2AGJNeSmg86yszkz5Ox7tF_IrxER9nNX_H-8-Eu6u7uL5sUG1WqmD6N1hOXgcqWxCYwtc/s900/Mar%20(5).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDLaaLiGWm9Vc1CszuiJpHe6eWLJAQKSNgaJwlBznvhpUx3MQpCcdCwarVdVzYlCjr4AoiW3ijjnQ6y14kT7EjVvf2BrnQRJXZCDWivdhHVipi3OejbvRxO2AGJNeSmg86yszkz5Ox7tF_IrxER9nNX_H-8-Eu6u7uL5sUG1WqmD6N1hOXgcqWxCYwtc/w400-h266/Mar%20(5).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div> Noche, fabricadora de embelecos,<div>loca, imaginativa, quimerista, <br />que muestras al que en ti su bien conquista<br />los montes llanos y los mares secos.</div><div> <br /><div>Lope de Vega, "A la noche" (fragmento)</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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