<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215</id><updated>2011-10-07T12:26:16.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Espiral del Tiempo</title><subtitle type='html'>Notas previas a mi conversion total a la amargura.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-516818189381038419</id><published>2009-09-11T23:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:41:25.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamientos aleatorios sobre la vida</title><summary type='text'>"No necesito silencio. Yo no tengo en que pensar." Ausencia. Que dura palabra. Me estremece como me estremece el vacio, la nada... el olvido. Que dura palabra es ausencia. Que duro es conocerla. Que duro es vivirla. Que duro es soportarla, porque hay que soportar tambien el dolor que trae consigo, como su sombra que la acompaña. La ausencia duele, porque cambia el tiempo. Duele porque es un </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=516818189381038419' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/516818189381038419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/516818189381038419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamientos-aleatorios-sobre-la-vida.html' title='pensamientos aleatorios sobre la vida'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-4041087584293407151</id><published>2009-08-08T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:48:55.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>en este ascensor</title><summary type='text'>Se escuchan ruidos, como de palabras secuestadas, sentimientos plagiados o voces privadas de su libertad. Inquietan. Desequilibran. Y sin conceder ambigüedad, me acusan. Y yo que he escuchado esos ruidos, digo: es la espiral que clama su naturaleza.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=4041087584293407151' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4041087584293407151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4041087584293407151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-este-ascensor.html' title='en este ascensor'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6602560642434294891</id><published>2009-04-28T23:36:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:00:43.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing for Change</title><summary type='text'>Hola mis estimados lectores (¿quedara alguno todavía?). Quiero compartirles un video de poca madre que me encontré por la web, y que para mi sorpresa, salen en él mi gran amigo François Viguié y mi amigo Django Degen. Se trata de la canción de Stand by Me interpretada por diferentes músicos alrededor del mundo. Más allá de la genial idea del video, esta la extraordinaria producción de este. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6602560642434294891' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6602560642434294891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6602560642434294891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-for-change.html' title='Playing for Change'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1869293765791872434</id><published>2008-11-03T17:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:12:09.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca olvidaremos...</title><summary type='text'>su capacidad para resolver problemas. Adios!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1869293765791872434' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1869293765791872434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1869293765791872434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nunca-olvidaremos.html' title='nunca olvidaremos...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/SQ-TG5i_SFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JJdatT8bqLg/s72-c/bush16jog8h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3279793412664571514</id><published>2008-10-27T19:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:30:45.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>antes de irse</title><summary type='text'>Bush finalmente se digna a hablar sobre la crisis economica, la guerra con Irak, su popularidad, las violaciones que cometion contra las libertades civiles,  y sobre sus 8 años de gobierno en general:    Economy Speech from Mocha Video on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3279793412664571514' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3279793412664571514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3279793412664571514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/10/antes-de-irse.html' title='antes de irse'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6250714902106369596</id><published>2008-10-14T19:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:15:49.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>es tan sencillo...</title><summary type='text'>pero me llevo tiempo entenderlo</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6250714902106369596' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6250714902106369596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6250714902106369596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/10/es-tan-sencillo.html' title='es tan sencillo...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/SPVEC5Pne-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CcqlGY4edQc/s72-c/lifeexplained.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-2083395263913457116</id><published>2008-09-23T17:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:07:07.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Centavos</title><summary type='text'>Corro el riesgo de aparentar ser un tacaño, pero la verdad es que estoy sumamente molesto con el sistema monetario de este pais. Cada vez que realizo una compra en efectivo, resulta que el total a pagar es una suma fraccionada, y en la mayoria de los casos no existe denominaciones de dinero exactas para honrar la transaccion. El Banco de Mexico tiene en ciruclacion 9 denominaciones en forma de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=2083395263913457116' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2083395263913457116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2083395263913457116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/09/centavos.html' title='Centavos'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/SNmOyY_0rLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HDsjyhhakw0/s72-c/centavos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-2209347597616148902</id><published>2008-09-06T13:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:21:13.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lo macabron de la religion</title><summary type='text'>Desde que era pequeño la iconografia cristiana me ha hecho sentir... incomodo, como si me quisiera inducir al club del... ¿sufrimiento? No se porque pasa eso...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=2209347597616148902' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2209347597616148902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2209347597616148902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/09/lo-macabron-de-la-religion.html' title='lo macabron de la religion'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/SMLzePm2gBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2C-JU5thdT4/s72-c/IMG_4770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6376356655008629653</id><published>2008-08-28T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:03:15.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>esclavitud</title><summary type='text'>“go to work, send your kids to school follow fashion, act normal walk on the pavements, watch T.V. save for your old age, obey the law Repeat after me: I am free”</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6376356655008629653' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6376356655008629653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6376356655008629653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/08/esclavitud.html' title='esclavitud'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/SLdmwsOdaGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ODYrvkvdNJU/s72-c/5KIJKAm7G8by4rem1epgL46H_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-914438147418816438</id><published>2008-04-08T01:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:21:42.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ya voy a postear</title><summary type='text'>es neta... inicien la cuenta regresiva</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=914438147418816438' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/914438147418816438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/914438147418816438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ya-voy-postear.html' title='ya voy a postear'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-2673163842329068759</id><published>2007-12-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:09:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><summary type='text'>ADVERTENCIA: Imagenes fuertes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=2673163842329068759' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2673163842329068759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2673163842329068759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-4746259305484538205</id><published>2007-11-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:22:49.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comentario sobre Merida #3</title><summary type='text'>Volvi a esta ciudad. Sigue haciendo bastante calor, aunque de noche el clima es perfecto. No he tenido mucho tiempo para disfrutar todo lo chido que hay por aca porque tenemos harto trabajo. Pero lo que si disfruto es oir a la gente hablar, porque siento que estoy como en un capitulo de don Gato y su Pandilla. La neta me gusta mucho esta ciudad. Mas textos cuando regese al norte.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=4746259305484538205' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4746259305484538205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4746259305484538205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/11/comentario-sobre-merida-3.html' title='comentario sobre Merida #3'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1038727589492815770</id><published>2007-10-10T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:02:07.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"El hecho de que no seas paranoico....</title><summary type='text'>... no quiere decir que nadie te persigue"La vida en internet es muy chida. Uno lee, aprende, investiga, se entera, compra, realiza transacciones, chatea, escribe blogs, comparte fotos, sube videos, crea perfiles en redes sociales y poco a poco se va haciendo una identidad cibernetica. Chido. Pero yo, que casi siempre cuestiono todo y que soy muy esceptico (unos hasta dicen que soy bien negativo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1038727589492815770' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1038727589492815770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1038727589492815770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-hecho-de-que-no-seas-paranoico.html' title='&quot;El hecho de que no seas paranoico....'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6736736875998504826</id><published>2007-09-09T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:56:33.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no me he olvidado de este blog... neta</title><summary type='text'>Pues aqui estoy. Yo se que los hechos demuestran otra cosa, pero la verdad es que no me he ovlidado de este blog (ni de mis lector@s). No es tampoco que ya no me interese poestear, o pero aun que ya no tenga nada que decir. Entonces que quede claro que no se trata de apatia, sino de falta de tiempo. Eso es. Me falta tiempo.Ultimamente mi trabajo me consume. No quiero sonar como si me estuviera </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6736736875998504826' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6736736875998504826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6736736875998504826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-me-he-olvidado-de-este-blog-neta.html' title='no me he olvidado de este blog... neta'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6233932561371062142</id><published>2007-07-30T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:04:07.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me voy, otra vez</title><summary type='text'>Salgo de viaje. Esta vez es de trabajo, otra vez. Me llevan a lugares raros como Harlingen, Texas, y Monterrey, Nuevo Leon. Ni modo. Al ratito regreso. Aqui les dejo mientras unas imagenes y unas palabras. Las palabras no son mias, son de Fernando Pessoa y estan bien chidas. Chido."Entre la vida y yo hay un cristal tenue. Por más claramente que vea y comprenda la vida, no puedo tocarla."pd.- Se </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6233932561371062142' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6233932561371062142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6233932561371062142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-voy-otra-vez.html' title='me voy, otra vez'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rq7MYbzd6BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-hia3W4fEL4/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-355677559761342377</id><published>2007-07-12T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:57:34.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>el año de los sueños</title><summary type='text'>Desde que comenzo el año, inclusive antes de que finalizara el pasado, habia decidido que este 2007 seria el año de los sueños. Sin un plan, sin una agenda especifica, sin una  lista predeterminada, escogi este año para realizar al menos uno de los sueños que vengo cargando desde hace mucho tiempo.  No sabia que iba a hacer, ni como, ni cuando. Solo tenia en la mente una meta: cumplir al menos un</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=355677559761342377' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/355677559761342377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/355677559761342377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-ao-de-los-sueos.html' title='el año de los sueños'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RpahQEL57LI/AAAAAAAAADg/HMDVGOQ9eC8/s72-c/fest10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-7818593436988334271</id><published>2007-06-22T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:39:22.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>paseo</title><summary type='text'>No es mi culpa si las imagenes parecen nostaligicas, tristes o melancolicas. A mi la lluvia me divierte, me alborota, y me pone contento, pero a cada quien lo moja una gota distinta. Razon demas para salir a pasear.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=7818593436988334271' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7818593436988334271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7818593436988334271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/06/paseo.html' title='paseo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rnw985mOqcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ClZIlfoXJPM/s72-c/recorrido11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1977339277595698023</id><published>2007-05-16T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:32:39.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>business as usual</title><summary type='text'>Bien, pues el martes por la noche regrese de Merida. Estar de vuelta podria significar que las cosas vuelven a la normalidad. De cierta forma asi lo siento. Este viaje, que surgio por motivos laborales, lo quise aprovechar para poner en perspectiva, sin mayor pretension, mi vida. Aun cuando es pronto para interpretar el resultado final, siento que estar lejos de mi entorno me ayudo a, si no </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1977339277595698023' title='13 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1977339277595698023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1977339277595698023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/05/business-as-usual.html' title='business as usual'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-2199424001122374633</id><published>2007-05-08T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:34:52.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>comentario sobre Merida #2</title><summary type='text'>Pues sigo aca en Merida, y aqui voy a estar un rato mas. Resulta que la polaca se puso interesante y requiren que extendamos nuestra presencia aqui. Lo bueno es que ya me acostumbre al calor y la humedad, al mal servicio y a la lentitud con la que se hacen las cosas por aca; al hecho de que aca no dicen 'guey' ni utilizan palabras como 'chido', 'chale', 'bato', u 'orale'. A lo que todavia no me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=2199424001122374633' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2199424001122374633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2199424001122374633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/05/comentario-sobre-merida-2.html' title='comentario sobre Merida #2'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-5207042996132350753</id><published>2007-05-01T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:47:58.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>comentarios sobre Merida #1</title><summary type='text'>Uff, cuanta belleza hay por aca... y no hablo solo de arquitectura. Tanta curva y yo sin frenos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=5207042996132350753' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5207042996132350753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5207042996132350753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/05/comentarios-sobre-merida-1.html' title='comentarios sobre Merida #1'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-7292983320338509195</id><published>2007-04-28T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:00:51.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ay vengo</title><summary type='text'>Voy a Merida (a traicionar a la patria). Luego me reporto. Bómba!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=7292983320338509195' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7292983320338509195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7292983320338509195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ay-vengo.html' title='ay vengo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1733043473771308662</id><published>2007-04-24T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:30:50.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hagamos algo</title><summary type='text'>Hagamos algo... algo... algo!. Unete tu tambien a la marcha virtual en contra del calentamiento global aqui. Hazlo por todos.------*------Update @ 02:26 hrs.:Acabo de desvelarme contestando los comentarios que me dejaron en los posts pasados. No me gusta dejar comentarios sin contestacion, pero a penas hoy andube de animos para hacerlo. En fin. Ay los tienen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1733043473771308662' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1733043473771308662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1733043473771308662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/hagamos-algo.html' title='hagamos algo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Ri52XQEJlmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mJOcU6TV82k/s72-c/globlalw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-9125861717964276303</id><published>2007-04-23T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:46:16.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you must make a friend of horror</title><summary type='text'>El Infierno son los otros. - JP Sartre</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=9125861717964276303' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/9125861717964276303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/9125861717964276303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-must-make-friend-of-horror.html' title='you must make a friend of horror'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RizF3AEJlkI/AAAAAAAAACA/2SQs3PiS-7A/s72-c/cho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3781309141561006465</id><published>2007-04-16T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:29:54.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eterno resplandor de una espiral sin tiempo</title><summary type='text'>He estado ocupado buscando el interruptor. Hay un mapa que quiero encontrar. Traigo conmigo unas cuantas canciones que me siguen, porque mis pensamientos  tomaron un tren. Y la luz esta apagada, y mi blog tambien. Por eso no puedo dejar de pensar que envidio a los que hablan, a los que no se callan nada, a los que se lo callan todo con otras palabras, a los que intentan decirlo todo y no dicen </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3781309141561006465' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3781309141561006465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3781309141561006465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/lo-que-el-viento-se-llevo.html' title='eterno resplandor de una espiral sin tiempo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-6473292310836260715</id><published>2007-04-11T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:47:54.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sin palabras</title><summary type='text'>"I took the measure of the unbearable vanity of the West,that has never ceased to privilege being over non-being,what is spoken to what is left unsaid"C. Marker - Sans SoleilDesde hace ya varios dias que atraviezo por una crisis verbal. No se si tiene que ver con que siempre guardo silencio ante las ausencias, o con la misma necedad de querer decir lo que ya se ha dicho. Entonces no encuentro ni </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=6473292310836260715' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6473292310836260715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/6473292310836260715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/sin-palabras.html' title='sin palabras'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3700038207549108258</id><published>2007-04-09T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:56:14.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>y me preguntan por que me gusta tanto el cine (parte 1)</title><summary type='text'>Nostalghia, 1983Dir: Andrei Tarkovsky"Some deliver sermons. The Greats leave us with our freedom." Chris Marker on Tarkovsky.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3700038207549108258' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3700038207549108258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3700038207549108258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/04/y-me-preguntan-por-que-me-gusta-tanto.html' title='y me preguntan por que me gusta tanto el cine (parte 1)'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-4335198597466762329</id><published>2007-03-31T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:12:40.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post #100</title><summary type='text'>La Muerte de Marat. Jacques-Louis David.En abril este humilde blog cumple 1 año de existencia. Con este post llego a los 100. Sobra decir que han habido malos y buenos posts; posts llenos de sentimiento y posts llenos de rabia; posts con dedicatoria y posts autoreflexibos... pero al fin y al cabo posts que puedo presumir han nacido de mi y han reflejado parte de lo que soy y lo que he vivido, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=4335198597466762329' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4335198597466762329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4335198597466762329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/post-100.html' title='post #100'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rg8DtDNMekI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i0SKrchQGBg/s72-c/marat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-5152058540135710509</id><published>2007-03-25T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:58:45.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>primavera</title><summary type='text'>got a head full of lightning and a hat full of rainSe viene ya la temporada de lluvia. Grises son los dias, y gris tambien mi humor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=5152058540135710509' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5152058540135710509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5152058540135710509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/primavera.html' title='primavera'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rgb-boyJxyI/AAAAAAAAABs/TNLT8wdzuqI/s72-c/callemojada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-2593726749096320621</id><published>2007-03-21T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:03:31.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saben que?</title><summary type='text'>A la chingada con el cine mexicano. Neta. El otro dia fui a ver la mierda de pelicula que se llama Niñas Mal (Fernando Sariñana) y me resulto la pelicula mas repugnante de toda la historia. Si van a seguir produciendo peliculas como esa o como la otra mierda que se llama Efectos Secundarios (Issa Lopez), que mejor se termine de joder el cine mexicano de una vez por todas. Yo de menso que voy a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=2593726749096320621' title='13 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2593726749096320621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/2593726749096320621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/saben-que.html' title='saben que?'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-8560439159720143290</id><published>2007-03-19T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:06:51.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>por fin</title><summary type='text'>se me aparecio la virgencita... solo que no me trajo ni  paz, ni serenidad, ni sabiduria, ni calma, ni me mostro "el camino".  Es mas, ni siquiera me trajo fe. Que chiste.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=8560439159720143290' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/8560439159720143290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/8560439159720143290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-fin.html' title='por fin'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rf9BnoyJxxI/AAAAAAAAABk/_8MEjb26h-Y/s72-c/virgencita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1155298586337631081</id><published>2007-03-14T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:09:56.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>de todo y de nada</title><summary type='text'>He estado sacandole la vuelta a mi blog. En las ultimas semanas no he posteado mas que puras imagenes; los textos me los he guardado. He experimentado una mezcla de sensaciones y emociones que ni por su esplendor ni por su desconsuelo las he querido verbalizar. En cambio, he preferido vivirlas. En esta vida no se debe de desperdiciar nada, menos las emociones. Seria absurdo quejarse de que uno </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1155298586337631081' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1155298586337631081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1155298586337631081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-todo-y-de-nada.html' title='de todo y de nada'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RfirWtIQQdI/AAAAAAAAABc/SWNtIExhHmI/s72-c/SANY0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-5149326898847118889</id><published>2007-03-13T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:37:17.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mi blog</title><summary type='text'>Tengo un poco abandonado mi blog. Mañana posteo y contesto todos los comentarios. Mientras, seria bueno discutir sobre como es que ya no pasan comerciales de cigarros y en cambio pasan muchos comerciales sobre medicinas en la tele.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=5149326898847118889' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5149326898847118889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/5149326898847118889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-blog.html' title='mi blog'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-8147746030079626847</id><published>2007-03-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:45:10.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sin mirar atras</title><summary type='text'>La Espiral del Tiempopresentasin mirar atrasun corto de: VJ Kanano (feliz dia de la mujer)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=8147746030079626847' title='23 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/8147746030079626847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/8147746030079626847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/sin-mirar-atras.html' title='sin mirar atras'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1966438216301624287</id><published>2007-03-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:22:54.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que miedo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1966438216301624287' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1966438216301624287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1966438216301624287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/que-miedo.html' title='que miedo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RetUpvl_D-I/AAAAAAAAABU/dLocrkQbwas/s72-c/machuca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-1897143917029549390</id><published>2007-03-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:46:24.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tercer grado (de primaria)</title><summary type='text'>Anoche me dejaron plantado y me puse a ver el prgrama de Televisa, Tercer Grado. Acepto que la principal razon se llama Denise Maerker, pero siempre es interesante escuchar las opiniones de los invitados frecuentes, como Carlos Marin. Despues de que terminaron el debate sobre la nueva ley de proteccion a menores, se pusieron a hablar sobre los Oscares, y por supuesto nuestros tres mosqueteros. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=1897143917029549390' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1897143917029549390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/1897143917029549390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/03/tercer-grado-de-primaria.html' title='tercer grado (de primaria)'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-7863033550888681070</id><published>2007-02-28T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:28:59.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como quisiera que...</title><summary type='text'>alguien me recomendara un buen libro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=7863033550888681070' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7863033550888681070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7863033550888681070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/como-quisiera-que.html' title='como quisiera que...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-4731774593758510827</id><published>2007-02-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:25:40.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segundo intento</title><summary type='text'>Volvi tras ellas. Esta vez fue en Santa Eulalia.Aqui hay algunas mas:Santa Eulalia</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=4731774593758510827' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4731774593758510827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4731774593758510827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/segundo-intento.html' title='segundo intento'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-9085829683367904313</id><published>2007-02-21T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:52:35.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que tanto es tantito</title><summary type='text'>Nunca pense que llegaria a postear algo sobre el tema de la pirateria porque senti que me veria muy hipocrita. Pero despues de lo que vi en casa de un amigo el otro dia, considere que es mejor ser un hipocrita que callarme la boca. Resulta que nos juntamos a ver una pelicula (8 Mujeres y Media, Peter Greenaway, 1999... excelente, por cierto, como todo su trabajo) en su casa. Mientras el fue a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=9085829683367904313' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/9085829683367904313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/9085829683367904313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/que-tanto-es-tantito.html' title='que tanto es tantito'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rd0E-sObifI/AAAAAAAAABI/tk1Eqp8NP5c/s72-c/dvds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3465683378522974863</id><published>2007-02-18T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:34:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Isabel</title><summary type='text'>Ayer me fui de paso por Santa Isabel. Queria tomarle fotos a las estrellas.Actualizacion 19-2-07Aqui hay mas fotosSanta Isabel</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3465683378522974863' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3465683378522974863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3465683378522974863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/santa-isabel.html' title='Santa Isabel'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3325232691899042734</id><published>2007-02-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:41:21.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cine mexicano... o lo que se le parece</title><summary type='text'>El otro dia un amigo me decia: "es que no mames güe, en el cine mexicano no hay explosiones, ni efectos especiales chingones, güe." Eso se me quedo dando vueltas en la cabeza, y es que ya de por si traigo hasta la madre los nombres Del Toro, Gonzalez Iñarritu y Cuaron. Entonces, siendo como soy, me salio lo amargo, y me fastidio esa concepcion del cine mexicano. Porque durante los ultimos meses </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3325232691899042734' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3325232691899042734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3325232691899042734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/cine-mexicano-o-lo-que-se-le-parece.html' title='cine mexicano... o lo que se le parece'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3108219113888628371</id><published>2007-02-11T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:30:58.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya vi Rosario Tijeras</title><summary type='text'>Rosario: No soy de nadie, ni de mi mama soy. Lo digo y lo digo, pero no me escuchan. ¿Lo queres por escrito? RES-PE-TO.Antonio: Pareciera que vos fueras de las que no te dejas joder de nadieRosario: Se hace lo que se puede.Rosario Tijeras esta buenisima, me cae. Pero la pelicula esta dos dos. En cuanto comenze a verla, me acorde inmediatamente quien me la habia recomendado, y ya para el final de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3108219113888628371' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3108219113888628371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3108219113888628371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/ya-vi-rosario-tijeras.html' title='ya vi Rosario Tijeras'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Rc9-ctRWpsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HNdRpCJLiT4/s72-c/Rosario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-7223782344309960726</id><published>2007-02-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:49:56.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para no aburrirlos con palabras</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=7223782344309960726' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7223782344309960726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7223782344309960726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/para-no-aburrirlos-con-palabras.html' title='para no aburrirlos con palabras'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-4373266273289553575</id><published>2007-02-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:07:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conciencia colectiva</title><summary type='text'>En mi ciudad somos muy huevudos. O, ¿sera que somos muy huevones?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=4373266273289553575' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4373266273289553575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/4373266273289553575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/conciencia-colectiva.html' title='conciencia colectiva'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RctUWdRWprI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcFu4O1urqQ/s72-c/huevos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-3670527932804830045</id><published>2007-02-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:15:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no se que me da mas lastima...</title><summary type='text'>o que sea mas patetico</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=3670527932804830045' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3670527932804830045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/3670527932804830045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-se-que-me-da-mas-lastima.html' title='no se que me da mas lastima...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RckL0_j7ZMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CD1ukCLZI10/s72-c/patetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-7994620819672250389</id><published>2007-02-04T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:24:46.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinche blogger</title><summary type='text'>Mi sisterna dice que quiza tengo la mente muy enferma. Llego a esa conclusion mientras estabamos rentando unas peliculas en  Blockbuster. Le dije que habia algo de esta pelicula que encontraba un poco perturbador. Dice que ella no le ve nada de malo.Por cierto, rente una pelicula que se llama Rosario Tijeras. No me acuerdo quien me la recomendo, pero espero que si no me gusta, esa persona de un </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=7994620819672250389' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7994620819672250389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/7994620819672250389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/pinche-blogger.html' title='pinche blogger'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/RcY9qPj7ZKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/__CdHCchp5M/s72-c/hoyitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-117035864924042314</id><published>2007-02-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:37:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pan con lo mismo</title><summary type='text'>Ya se que parezco un disco rayado, hablando de lo mismo y lo mismo. Pero al fin y al cabo uno tine su blog para hablar de las cosas que le son importantes. Y aun cuando me resultaba dificil entender por que tengo un blog, la razon siempre se presenta por si misma. Llamar la atencion de las mujeres era una escusa, mientras la necesidad de hablar de lo que me ocupa y preocupa ha sido siempre la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=117035864924042314' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/117035864924042314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/117035864924042314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/02/pan-con-lo-mismo.html' title='pan con lo mismo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-117012375391223940</id><published>2007-01-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:36:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aviso oportuno</title><summary type='text'>Busco trabajo. Atributos a favor: Soy responsable, dedicado y eficaz. Personalidad analitica y creativa. Habilidad para resolver problemas y trabajar en grupo. Atributos menos favorables: Tengo problemas con figuras autoritarias. Soy perfeccionista y puedo llegar a ser un "control freak".  Busco un ambiente laboral casual y ameno, con chicas guapas y solteras, horario flexible. Disponibilidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=117012375391223940' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/117012375391223940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/117012375391223940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/aviso-oportuno.html' title='aviso oportuno'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116970635444702660</id><published>2007-01-24T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:14:54.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando el rio suena</title><summary type='text'>Estoy conmovido... y pasmado... y desconsertado. La situacion climatica esta tan jodida, que el mismo George Bush acepto la severidad de la crisis. Nunca imagine que Bush llegara hablar de la necesidad de una reforma energetica en su "calidad" de presidente. Se me pone la piel chinita, pero no se si es porque estoy contento o porque estoy demaciado preocupado. Pero lo importante es que el tema </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116970635444702660' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116970635444702660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116970635444702660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/cuando-el-rio-suena.html' title='cuando el rio suena'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116953983568224565</id><published>2007-01-22T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T01:15:13.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los mareados</title><summary type='text'>En unos dias estare desempleado. Fue hace aproximadamente dos meses que le dije a mi jefe que ya estaba harto de trabajar para un pendejo y que verle la cara todos los dias me estaba pudriendo el alma. Bueno, en realidad no sucedio asi. Todavia queda algo de prudencia en mi. Simplemente le presente mi renuncia. Por razones que me da hueva exponer, extendi el plazo, y este esta por cumplirse. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116953983568224565' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116953983568224565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116953983568224565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/los-mareados_22.html' title='los mareados'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116933362058594152</id><published>2007-01-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:49:31.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women with the movie camera?</title><summary type='text'>Naomi Kawase, Conni Field, Agnes Varda, Chantal Akerman, Julia Loktev, Maria Novaro, Isabel Coixet, Maria Luisa Bemberg, Leni Riefenstahl, Marisa Sistach, Peggy Ahwesh, Shirley Clarke... ellas son mujeres que hacen (o hicieron) cine. ¿Pero quien las conoce? Si mucho uno que otro nombre resaltara en la lista., pero tristemente la gran mayoria las desconoce, y por lo tanto tambien desconocen su </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116933362058594152' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116933362058594152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116933362058594152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/women-with-movie-camera.html' title='women with the movie camera?'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116909398497996555</id><published>2007-01-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:19:45.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>placeres de la vida</title><summary type='text'>No hay nada mas chingon en el mundo que  hacer las compras con un carrito nuevo de supermercado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116909398497996555' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116909398497996555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116909398497996555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/placeres-de-la-vida.html' title='placeres de la vida'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116890315075549324</id><published>2007-01-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:19:10.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to the power of dreams</title><summary type='text'>Que al menos la historia sea justa con algunos de aquellos que luchan incansablemente por la dignidad del ser humano, demostrandonos con sus acciones que el cambio es posible."Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."Marting Luther King Jr.  1929-1968</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116890315075549324' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116890315075549324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116890315075549324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/heres-to-power-of-dreams.html' title='here&apos;s to the power of dreams'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116873819736813002</id><published>2007-01-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:31:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resistencia</title><summary type='text'>Pues ya no se cuanto mas puedo aguantar si cambiarme al blogger beta, que supuestamente ya no es beta sino blogger nada mas. Me resisto a el, pero estoy seguro que un dia me voy a encontrar con que blogger me cambio automaticamente a su nueva version y nada podre hacer al respecto. La verdad desconozco sus ventajas y desventajas, pero ya sea por lo terco que soy o por la hueva que me da ponerme a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116873819736813002' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116873819736813002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116873819736813002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/resistencia.html' title='resistencia'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116864933460299960</id><published>2007-01-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:49:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Beckham Mexicano</title><summary type='text'>aqui un acercamiento:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116864933460299960' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116864933460299960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116864933460299960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-beckham-mexicano.html' title='El Beckham Mexicano'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116845936754966935</id><published>2007-01-10T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:04:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para mi consideracion</title><summary type='text'>Como algun@s de ustedes sabran, a mi me gustan mucho las tazas para el cafe. No es que las coleccione, sino que compro las que me gustan y guardo las que me regalan (emmm, tendre que verificar la definicion de coleccionar). El caso es que esta mañana me iba a servir mi cafe tempranero cuando de pronto, mientras sostenia una de mis tazas favoritas me percate de una extraña  advertencia en la parte</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116845936754966935' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116845936754966935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116845936754966935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/para-mi-consideracion.html' title='para mi consideracion'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116841182437656806</id><published>2007-01-09T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:04:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dicen y dicen</title><summary type='text'>"But I've been walking through the night and the dayTill my eyes get weary and my hair turns greyAnd sometimes it seems maybe God's gone awayForgetting the promise that we heard him sayAnd we're lost out here in the stars..."(K. Weil / M. Anderson)Dicen que los chiles jalapeños pueden tener el secreto para la cura del cancer. Dicen que la tortilla esta muy cara. Dicen que la ETA finalmente se </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116841182437656806' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116841182437656806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116841182437656806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/dicen-y-dicen.html' title='dicen y dicen'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116813960278093619</id><published>2007-01-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:13:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind games</title><summary type='text'>Si todo en la vida fuera tan facil como un juego de ajedrez... si tan solo uno pudiera mover sus 'piezas' en el tablero de la vida con tal calculo y premeditacion, yo no tendria mas dinero, pero creo que si me ligaria mas chavas. En fin. Por ahora me conformo con haberle puesto una chinga a la computadora.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116813960278093619' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116813960278093619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116813960278093619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/mind-games.html' title='mind games'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116780601294624149</id><published>2007-01-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:35:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para empezar bien el año</title><summary type='text'>Decidi empezar el año curandome de la tremendisima cruda que tenia el lunes.Despues decidi que este año no dejaria que me pasara lo que me paso el año pasado, asi que opte por retomar mi vieja pasion: ver cine. Rente dos excelentes peliculas y me pase el dia frente a mi viejo amor: la television. Este año no dejare que se me pasen tantas peliculas, asi que no habra mas escusas. Quiero alimentar </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116780601294624149' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116780601294624149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116780601294624149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2007/01/para-empezar-bien-el-ao.html' title='para empezar bien el año'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116751430198950056</id><published>2006-12-30T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:02:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no hubo aguinaldo, pero...</title><summary type='text'>Lo que yo pensaba que seria una semana tranquila en el trabajo, no lo fue. Todo pintaba para que el año laboral terminara como empezo: con mucho estres. Pero para mi fortuna no fue asi. A las 12:30 hrs del viernes se aparecio en la oficina uno de nuestros clientes favoritos. Los invito a comer, dijo. Aceptamos su oferta y nos dirijimos a Carlitos Gardel Restaurant. A la una de la tarde estabamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116751430198950056' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116751430198950056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116751430198950056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-hubo-aguinaldo-pero.html' title='no hubo aguinaldo, pero...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116676280308132339</id><published>2006-12-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:25:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hope it's a good one... without any fear</title><summary type='text'>Pues ya llego la navidad y me entro el espiritu de la generosidad. Es por eso que me he tomado la molestia de preparales esta tarjetita navideña a mis apreciados dos lectores. Con mucho cariño:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116676280308132339' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116676280308132339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116676280308132339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-hope-its-good-one-without-any.html' title='Let&apos;s hope it&apos;s a good one... without any fear'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116659987883507838</id><published>2006-12-20T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:31:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>postdata</title><summary type='text'>Estoy agotado emocionalmente. Este año ha sido sin duda el peor de mi vida. Tome muchas decisiones equivocadas. Hice demasiados sacrificios, la mayoria de ellos innecesarios. Tuve mas fracasos que exitos, al menos en lo personal. Pero son los personales los que mas te joden. Me trato de hacer a la idea de que todo ello trae consigo al menos una experiencia de vida, pero eso no me consuela. En </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116659987883507838' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116659987883507838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116659987883507838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/postdata.html' title='postdata'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116632391359110015</id><published>2006-12-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:58:24.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Quien soy yo?</title><summary type='text'>El otro dia hablaba con una amiga sobre aquel momento en el que uno se cuestiona la relevancia de su trabajo. Coincidimos en que a veces lo que hacemos se vuelve tan rutinario que deja de satisfacernos por momentos. Inclusive, hay ocasiones en las que nuestro trabajo carece de espiritu; es solo un producto condescendiente. El problema que surge de tales circunstancias es una moderada crisis de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116632391359110015' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116632391359110015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116632391359110015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/quien-soy-yo.html' title='¿Quien soy yo?'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116606781303283396</id><published>2006-12-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:43:33.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cosa de hombres</title><summary type='text'>Voy a prepararme arroz de cena. Crucen los dedos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116606781303283396' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116606781303283396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116606781303283396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/cosa-de-hombres.html' title='cosa de hombres'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116586715871488317</id><published>2006-12-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:59:18.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un hijo de puta menos</title><summary type='text'>... y en esta espiral del tiempo, una vez mas la muerte llega primero que la justicia. A seguir soñando compañeros,  a seguir soñando!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116586715871488317' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116586715871488317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116586715871488317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/un-hijo-de-puta-menos.html' title='Un hijo de puta menos'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116525973438290622</id><published>2006-12-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:15:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿al fin quien?</title><summary type='text'>Como hoy es lunes, y estoy solo en la oficina, y como me cagan los lunes, y como me gusta estar solo en la oficina, pues decidi no trabajar mucho. La culpa la tienen los programadores de la televison. Siempre pasan muy buenas peliculas los domingos en la noche y hacen que me desvele. Ayer pasaron una pelicula de un detective que buscaba aclarecer el misterio de un asesinato en un tren. La verdad </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116525973438290622' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116525973438290622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116525973438290622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/al-fin-quien.html' title='¿al fin quien?'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116500348482559078</id><published>2006-12-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:07:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recuerdo que asi sucedio</title><summary type='text'>Y no podia faltar, para la posteridad: mi primer foto con el presi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116500348482559078' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116500348482559078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116500348482559078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/12/recuerdo-que-asi-sucedio.html' title='recuerdo que asi sucedio'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116495699019513890</id><published>2006-12-01T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:16:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no me hablen, estoy enojado</title><summary type='text'>No solo por toda la politica de mierda que ya me tiene hasta el culo, sino porque para colmo, el America perdio. Grrrrrr.... pero bueno, a lo que voy:           </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116495699019513890' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116495699019513890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116495699019513890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-me-hablen-estoy-enojado.html' title='no me hablen, estoy enojado'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116469313166632719</id><published>2006-11-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:30:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 datos irrelevantes</title><summary type='text'>Habia pensado en escribir sobre politica, pero decidi que es mas ameno hablar de mi mismo (si, asi de jodida esta la politica).  He aqui 5 datos irrelevantes sobre mi:1.-  Cuando estaba en la universidad lleve una materia dedicada a G. W. F. Hegel. Para mi trabajo final tenia que entregar un ensayo sobre La Fenomenologia del Espiritu. La verdad me dio hueva hacer el trabajo, asi que decidi tomar </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116469313166632719' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116469313166632719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116469313166632719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-datos-irrelevantes.html' title='5 datos irrelevantes'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116436291769360856</id><published>2006-11-24T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:10:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trabajo en progreso</title><summary type='text'>La Espiral del Tiempo presenta:un video de V.J. Kanano(actualmente en pre-produccion)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116436291769360856' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116436291769360856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116436291769360856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/trabajo-en-progreso.html' title='trabajo en progreso'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116399960090050246</id><published>2006-11-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:13:49.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo se que puedo</title><summary type='text'>Estoy seguro de que un dia (dada la necesidad, claro) estare frente  a una estufa, destapare la olla y me dire a mi mismo "Voila! Bon appetite mon ami, bon appetit." Mientras tanto, seguire practicando (dada la necesidad, claro).</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116399960090050246' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116399960090050246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116399960090050246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo-se-que-puedo.html' title='yo se que puedo'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116356445107292083</id><published>2006-11-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:23:05.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un fin de semana lejos de casa</title><summary type='text'>Despues de pasar un fin de semana lejos de casa, llegue a estas conclusiones:- Nunca vuelvo a pasar un fin de semana en casa de una matrimonio con hijos pequeños- No me gustan los niños- No me quiero casar nunca- No quiero tener hijos- Nunca le vuelvo a preguntar a una madre "¿te ayudo en algo?" porque es innevitable que me van a pedir que le ayude a cambiarle los pañales al bebe- A la $#&amp;!@ con </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116356445107292083' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116356445107292083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116356445107292083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-fin-de-semana-lejos-de-casa.html' title='un fin de semana lejos de casa'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116314075042864196</id><published>2006-11-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:50:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando sean las 6</title><summary type='text'>Se me pone la piel chinita chinita (¿a ti no?). Miren nada mas que joyitas encuentra uno en Youtube.com. Y es que la musica ya no es lo que era. Ya no se canta con esa pasion ni ese poder. Es que es que... ufff!Gracias, Piazzolla. Gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116314075042864196' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116314075042864196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116314075042864196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/cuando-sean-las-6.html' title='cuando sean las 6'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116276444819382524</id><published>2006-11-05T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:09:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds flying high you know how i feel...</title><summary type='text'>Oh freedom is mineAnd i know how i feelIt's a new dawnIt's a new dayIt's a new lifeFor meAnd i'm feeling good Asi es. Ayer decidi que era tiempo de seguir adelante en la vida y buscar nuevas aventuras. Por la mañana presente mi renuncia determiado a lo siguiente: I'm NOT going to be  like you; the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, mortgage, starter home, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116276444819382524' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116276444819382524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116276444819382524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/11/birds-flying-high-you-know-how-i-feel.html' title='Birds flying high you know how i feel...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116227974896211667</id><published>2006-10-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:35:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I read the news today, oh boy</title><summary type='text'>about a lucky man who made the grade...Tengo suficientes razones para estar asqueado de la vida. Entre las razones principales, esta, la mas significativa: la violencia. La otra, la mas infame, la violencia contra la dignidad.Esta mañana leia una nota en el universal.com.mx sobre la toma de Oaxaca por la PFP. Siendo un voyerista nato, terminando de leer la nota prosegui a ver las imagenes de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116227974896211667' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116227974896211667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116227974896211667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-read-news-today-oh-boy.html' title='I read the news today, oh boy'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116217405381967824</id><published>2006-10-29T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:23:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la insoportable levedad del no-ser</title><summary type='text'>"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose"(as sang by J. Joplin)Tengo 27 años y  cargo conmigo mucho tiempo perdido. Estoy en una etapa en la que me defino mas por lo que no soy que por lo que soy. He llegado a la conclusion de que tengo que hacer algunos cambios en mi vida. Uno de ellos es tratar de ya no perder tanto tiempo y enfocarme en realizarme. Mi vida la siento estancada. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116217405381967824' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116217405381967824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116217405381967824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-insoportable-levedad-del-no-ser.html' title='la insoportable levedad del no-ser'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116167530053977605</id><published>2006-10-23T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:16:42.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno resplandor de la mente sin...</title><summary type='text'>Clementine: Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat I'm high maintenance. So I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage or whatever it is ya got goin' on there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me. Joel: Okay. Joel: I don't see anything I don't like about you.  Clementine: But you will! But you will, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that's what happens with me.  Joel:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116167530053977605' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116167530053977605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116167530053977605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/eterno-resplandor-de-la-mente-sin.html' title='Eterno resplandor de la mente sin...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116137229764941979</id><published>2006-10-20T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:24:57.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me queme</title><summary type='text'>El otro dia me puse a tostar un pan en el horno, y cuando lo iba a sacar, me queme la mano. Pero esa no fue la unica quemada que me di. Ni la que mas me dolio. Lo curioso es que la otra quemada fue con un autentico pan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116137229764941979' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116137229764941979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116137229764941979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-queme.html' title='me queme'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116089763165170186</id><published>2006-10-15T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:10:30.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Imagen Mas Hermosa</title><summary type='text'>Aqui esta. Yo la habia prometido. Esta es para mi la imagen mas hermosa que jamas he visto (lo de "jamas" es pura gramatica. Creo. Al menos le inyecta drama a la frase). Sin mas palabras...Rebelde Desconocido (The Unknown Rebel)fotografia: Stuart Franklin Magnum</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116089763165170186' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116089763165170186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116089763165170186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-imagen-mas-hermosa.html' title='La Imagen Mas Hermosa'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116054806529246189</id><published>2006-10-11T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:35:32.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De pobreza espiritual y uranio enrriquecido</title><summary type='text'>El mundo se esta acabando. Literalmente.  La "maquina" verde esta en deficit. Somos muchos, y los recursos son ya pocos.  El sueño de un mundo sustentable se torna cada vez mas en eso, un sueño. Lee mas aquiNo es suficiente agotar el agua, los hidrocarburos, las areas verdes, los alimentos naturales, las especies animales, el osono o el oxigeno puro. Resulta que ahora a esa lista se le suma el </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116054806529246189' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116054806529246189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116054806529246189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-pobreza-espiritual-y-uranio.html' title='De pobreza espiritual y uranio enrriquecido'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-116029200791203837</id><published>2006-10-08T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:25:51.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no es melancolia</title><summary type='text'>"Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them..."Lennon/McCartneyHace unos dias hable con mi padre, quien esta pasando por un mal momento. Su trato siempre es afectuoso. El mio, creo que lo es tambien. Cuando llego el momento de decirnos hasta pronto, tambalie. De pronto senti esa necesidad de decirle abiertamente que </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=116029200791203837' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116029200791203837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/116029200791203837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-es-melancolia.html' title='no es melancolia'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115994586176397952</id><published>2006-10-04T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:11:01.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mujeres</title><summary type='text'>He llegado a otra terrible conclusion: no se hablarle a las mujeres. Si alguien tiene un consejo para mi, les pido que me lo hagan llegar lo antes posible. Procuren ser detallados, y no se inhiban para contar anecdotas o experiencias personales. Gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115994586176397952' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115994586176397952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115994586176397952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/mujeres.html' title='mujeres'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115985126730620381</id><published>2006-10-02T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:54:27.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me siento...</title><summary type='text'>... vacio.(has clic para agrandar)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115985126730620381' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115985126730620381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115985126730620381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-siento.html' title='Me siento...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115933979508708782</id><published>2006-09-26T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:06:04.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>la belleza de la duda</title><summary type='text'>Que bonito es dudar. Que importante es cuestionar. Que necesario es "escuchar" esa segunda opinion. Que indispensable es ver el otro lado de "la moneda".No recuerdo si fue con una pelicula de Godard, o leyendo "el Diario de Chihuahua" que perdi el interes por la lectura. Si, lo se; lo he escuchado miles de veces: "la lectura es conocimiento. La lectura es cultura", etc... pero,  ¿por que la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115933979508708782' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115933979508708782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115933979508708782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-belleza-de-la-duda.html' title='la belleza de la duda'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115907881563670811</id><published>2006-09-23T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:20:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>de arañas (y telarañas)</title><summary type='text'>En una de las veces que me sali a fumar hoy en el trabajo, me percate de una araña que habia tejido una telaraña. Y claro,  me percate de la telaraña porque, como las personas que mas o menos me conocen saben, siempre, por alguna (yo le llamo) extraña razon, siempre me cruzo por donde hay telarañas. Y aunque con el paso del tiempo comprendi que no es casualidad, sino que mas bien es una analogia </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115907881563670811' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115907881563670811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115907881563670811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-araas-y-telaraas.html' title='de arañas (y telarañas)'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115872659513882860</id><published>2006-09-19T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:39:43.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a ver si entendi...</title><summary type='text'>El Papa dijo que los musulmanes eran irracionales y violentos. A ellos les molesto el comentario porque supuestamente es falso. Hasta ahi voy bien, ¿verdad?Luego el Papa mas o menos se disculpo, aunque en realidad solo se lavo las manos diciendo que el simplemente cito un texto. Entonces la comunidad musulmana se enfado y lanzo amenazas de violencia en respuesta al comentario del Papa.... pero, ¿</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115872659513882860' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115872659513882860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115872659513882860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/ver-si-entendi.html' title='a ver si entendi...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115864668699210524</id><published>2006-09-18T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:47:14.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><summary type='text'>Hoy aparentaba ser un buen dia para comenzar otra aburrida semana. Mi jefe esta de viaje y yo iba entusiasmado a la oficina pensando que podria escuchar la musica de Bob Dylan (el momento cumbre iba a ser cuando comenzara "All Along the Watchtower")sin preocuparme por el volumen. Resulta que la recepcionista no fue a trabajar, y alguien tenia que encargarse del telefono. No hace falta decir que </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115864668699210524' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115864668699210524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115864668699210524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115812342818046878</id><published>2006-09-12T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:59:43.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Walrus</title><summary type='text'>He tomado una decision radical. De este dia en adelante, solo seguire siendo amigo de las personas que veneren al igual que yo, la ilustre y brillante obra de los hermanos Cohen,  The Big Lebowski.  Este ya clasico del cine de culto contemporaneo es una de las peliculas mejor escritas y como uno de los sentidos de humor mas esquisitos jamas plasmados en el celuloide.Lo siento. Mi decision es </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115812342818046878' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115812342818046878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115812342818046878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-walrus.html' title='I am the Walrus'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115770108082995485</id><published>2006-09-08T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:39:11.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><summary type='text'>Pluton. 1930-2006.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115770108082995485' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115770108082995485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115770108082995485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115736188882680665</id><published>2006-09-04T03:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:31:07.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>y dice...</title><summary type='text'>Estoy trabajando en un video, asi que les dejo este tango:Cuando la suerte que es grelafayando y fayandote largue parao;Cuando estés bien en la vía,sin rumbo, desesperao;Cuando no tengás ni fe,ni yerba de ayer,secándose al sol;Cuando rajés los tamangosbuscando ese mangoque te haga morfar...La indiferencia del mundoQue es sordo y es mudo¡recien sentirás!   Verás que todo es mentira,verás que nada </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115736188882680665' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115736188882680665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115736188882680665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/09/y-dice.html' title='y dice...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115700648996577684</id><published>2006-08-30T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:41:33.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>en un dia tan malo como hoy</title><summary type='text'>Hay algo que me viene inquietando desde hace ya mucho tiempo. Mi forma de ser no me permite olvidar las cosas y simplemente seguir con mi vida. Siempre tengo que encontrar una respuesta a mis tantas preguntas. Es obvio que no siempre las encuentro, por eso mi vida es tan complicada. Yo soy de esos que siempre quieren saber la verdad. No me importa que tan dolorosa pueda ser, necesito conocerla. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115700648996577684' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115700648996577684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115700648996577684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/en-un-dia-tan-malo-como-hoy.html' title='en un dia tan malo como hoy'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115683463810623590</id><published>2006-08-29T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:58:48.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>confesiones de un obsesivo-compulsivo (1)</title><summary type='text'>Cuando me baño, yo:- Siempre tengo que asegurarme de que no quede espuma de jabon en las paredes, ni en el mismo jabon.- Antes de salir de la regadera, me fijo si cerre bien la botella de champu. No me gusta dejarla abierta.- Me lavo dos veces cada axila.- Le hecho agua a las pelos que se me caen para que se vayan por el drenage. No puedo permitir que quede uno solo en la regadera. Tampoco en la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115683463810623590' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115683463810623590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115683463810623590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/confesiones-de-un-obsesivo-compulsivo.html' title='confesiones de un obsesivo-compulsivo (1)'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115656920225438698</id><published>2006-08-25T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:22:57.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lo que me faltaba...</title><summary type='text'>Como no me alcanza para una consulta con un sicologo legitimo, me tuve que conformar con hacer un test en internet. Pero el internet no cuenta mentiras. ¿Verdad? Pues yo creo que no, asi que  yo le tuve mucha fe a este test. Me dio buena espina... sea lo que sea que signifique eso.Ahora resulta que mi sueño que he tenido desde que estaba en 6to de primaria (cuando tendria yo, no se, 14 o 15 años)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115656920225438698' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115656920225438698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115656920225438698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/lo-que-me-faltaba.html' title='lo que me faltaba...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115648934067308912</id><published>2006-08-25T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:03:11.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a ver</title><summary type='text'>probando un dos tres, probando...http://picasaweb.google.com/vj.canano</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115648934067308912' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115648934067308912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115648934067308912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/ver.html' title='a ver'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115631690953273534</id><published>2006-08-23T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:08:29.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Para aquellos que aun lo dudaban...</title><summary type='text'> Sin palabras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115631690953273534' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115631690953273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115631690953273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/para-aquellos-que-aun-lo-dudaban.html' title='Para aquellos que aun lo dudaban...'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115623605301723502</id><published>2006-08-22T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:50:19.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>en retrospectiva</title><summary type='text'>Creo que el momento cumbre de mi vida fue cuando estaba en 4to. de primaria. Escribi un cuento de no me acuerdo que, y lo publicaron en la revista de la escuela. De ese momento en adelante, todo ha sido un decline: crisis existenciales, perdida de la fe, neurotismos, sarcasmo, decepciones, indiferencia, auto flagelacion, vicios, mujeres de copa B, msn messenger, la seleccion mexicana, pildoras </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115623605301723502' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115623605301723502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115623605301723502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/en-retrospectiva.html' title='en retrospectiva'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115562357306712573</id><published>2006-08-14T23:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:39:27.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ideas emprendedoras</title><summary type='text'>Esta mañana mientras me bañaba, pensaba. Y pensaba en que podria hacer para volverme millonario. Se me ocurrio una idea que muy, pero muy provablemente me lleve a ese fin, y que al mismo tiempo cambie la forma en la que se hacen negocios alrededor del mundo.Nadie puede negar que en la regadera es donde a uno se le ocurren las mejores ideas, como esta. Asi las cosas, y dejando a un lado mis </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115562357306712573' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115562357306712573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115562357306712573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/ideas-emprendedoras_115562357306712573.html' title='ideas emprendedoras'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115536675005571578</id><published>2006-08-12T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:26:31.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>victima del fraude</title><summary type='text'>No. No estoy hablando del Peje. Estoy hablando de mi mismo. Asi es. Un tremendo hijo de puta, quiza la mas puta, quiza no, pero puta al final de cuentas (bueno, me conforto pensando eso, y este insulto personal  lo gozo repitiendolo)  clono mi tarjeta de debito y me cargo 500 dolaritos. El muy cabron se fue a Home Depot y no se que coños compro, pero se vacio mi tarjetita. Soy victima de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115536675005571578' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115536675005571578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115536675005571578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/victima-del-fraude.html' title='victima del fraude'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115492770605644119</id><published>2006-08-06T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:57:00.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamientos domingueros</title><summary type='text'>Solia odiar los domingos. Eran para mi un dia aburrido, sin vida. El domingo no era un dia de descanso, sino el dian anterior al inicio de la semana. El lunes estaba a unas cuantas horas de distancia, lo cual significaba que tenia que ponerme a hacer la tarea. De todos modos nunca la hacia.Llegaba a pensar que el domingo tenia su luz propia. Sentia que los domingos el sol estaba mas cerca de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115492770605644119' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115492770605644119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115492770605644119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/08/pensamientos-domingueros.html' title='pensamientos domingueros'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115384098725038896</id><published>2006-07-25T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:14:24.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence</title><summary type='text'>Pues nada. Me di cuenta que hace mucho que no escribia para este mi humilde blog. Todo fue que descubri como publicar videos, y deje a un lado las palabras. Pero a mi me fascinan y me gustan mas las imagenes. Siempre me han gustado mas. Pero hoy, retomo la palabra.Y hablando (?) de imagenes, sigo sorprendido por el hecho de que hay gente que paga por  imagenes. Yo he tomado fotos y videos, y me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115384098725038896' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115384098725038896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115384098725038896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-would-sharpen-you-up-and-make-you.html' title='this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25926215.post-115337085476519785</id><published>2006-07-19T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:29:03.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>existencialismo postmoderno</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- begin embedded QuickTime file... --&gt;              &lt;!-- begin video window... --&gt;                                                                                        &lt;!-- ...end embedded QuickTime file --&gt;        </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25926215&amp;postID=115337085476519785' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115337085476519785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25926215/posts/default/115337085476519785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espiraldeltiempo.blogspot.com/2006/07/existencialismo-postmoderno.html' title='existencialismo postmoderno'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04870041570940373873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LabWzKlk6XQ/Sff7SxEaxeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kFfCSOh_agE/S220/IMG_9557v3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
