<?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-7526334071001356397</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:40:42.042-03:00</updated><category term='corazones'/><category term='fibras'/><category term='Marietta'/><category term='dibujos'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='lápiz'/><category term='lápices de colores'/><category term='birome'/><category term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>Garabateando historias</title><subtitle type='html'>Los dibujos de mi hija y mis palabras garabatean estas breves historias...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6182575728154068243</id><published>2011-06-05T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:30:33.297-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corazones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fibras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Corazones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuxudPpb-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LH6KUMPyuEo/s1600-h/escanear0012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326546395978100706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuxudPpb-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LH6KUMPyuEo/s400/escanear0012.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 389px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No importa lo que digan: a veces, con el corazón, alcanza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6182575728154068243?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6182575728154068243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6182575728154068243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6182575728154068243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6182575728154068243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2011/06/corazones.html' title='Corazones.'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuxudPpb-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LH6KUMPyuEo/s72-c/escanear0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-4740065157637934346</id><published>2010-09-24T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:06:05.927-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><title type='text'>Annete, su paraguas y los días de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/Sd5EnyTYbDI/AAAAAAAABz8/4JDJWFY6QY8/s1600-h/escanear0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/Sd5EnyTYbDI/AAAAAAAABz8/4JDJWFY6QY8/s400/escanear0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322767259907157042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, está bien, Anette sabía que no estaba lloviendo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¿por qué salir a la calle con paraguas solo cuando llueve? A ella le gustaba mucho su paraguas.&lt;br /&gt;Él, como todo buen amigo, nunca se quejaba de su inutilidad bajo el cielo limpio.&lt;br /&gt;A veces saludaba a la única nube con la resignación de quien espera a la lluvia. Pero tiene paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;Y cada tanto, llovía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-4740065157637934346?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4740065157637934346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=4740065157637934346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/4740065157637934346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/4740065157637934346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2010/09/annete-su-paraguas-y-los-dias-de-sol.html' title='Annete, su paraguas y los días de sol'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/Sd5EnyTYbDI/AAAAAAAABz8/4JDJWFY6QY8/s72-c/escanear0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-2804835139678419346</id><published>2010-07-16T16:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:22:11.347-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>Burbujas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/TECwnJHTitI/AAAAAAAAACo/4xXQxiMXV5o/s1600/escanear0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/TECwnJHTitI/AAAAAAAAACo/4xXQxiMXV5o/s400/escanear0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494585731899951826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me gustan las burbujas, porque son transparentes y leves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brillan al sol y parecen libres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si las tocamos con un dedo, se desvanecen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sobre todo, me gustan porque no les preocupa no tener alas, y vuelan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-2804835139678419346?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2804835139678419346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=2804835139678419346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2804835139678419346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2804835139678419346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2010/07/burbujas.html' title='Burbujas'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/TECwnJHTitI/AAAAAAAAACo/4xXQxiMXV5o/s72-c/escanear0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6942550681231017166</id><published>2010-07-05T11:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:38:31.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>Mujer mirando el amanecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vQHVtx0I/AAAAAAAADB4/5R4yeppkl3U/s1600/escanear0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vQHVtx0I/AAAAAAAADB4/5R4yeppkl3U/s400/escanear0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521324359562413890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A veces parece que estamos solos. Pero no es verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6942550681231017166?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6942550681231017166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6942550681231017166&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6942550681231017166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6942550681231017166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2010/07/mujer-mirando-el-amanecer.html' title='Mujer mirando el amanecer'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vQHVtx0I/AAAAAAAADB4/5R4yeppkl3U/s72-c/escanear0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5765155669952810153</id><published>2010-03-17T10:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:39:42.477-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Cambio climático</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vh7T6sbI/AAAAAAAADCA/FTIwXrglwzA/s1600/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vh7T6sbI/AAAAAAAADCA/FTIwXrglwzA/s400/escanear0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521324665571291570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/S6DVgCdaRDI/AAAAAAAACUY/Z0wC8jTkcT8/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vi el pronóstico en varios canales... En internet investigué sobre el cambio climático. Pregunté a muchos conocidos a ver si alguna vez habían vivido o habían oído, aunque sea, de algo parecido, pero no...&lt;br /&gt;Esta nube tiene un problema personal conmigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5765155669952810153?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5765155669952810153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5765155669952810153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5765155669952810153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5765155669952810153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2010/03/cambio-climatico.html' title='Cambio climático'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-vh7T6sbI/AAAAAAAADCA/FTIwXrglwzA/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8452543265596372319</id><published>2010-01-14T19:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:46:46.592-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Esperando el colectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/S0-f0WHJO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jZNy_1K2LfQ/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/S0-f0WHJO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jZNy_1K2LfQ/s400/escanear0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426731797642296146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esperar el colectivo es todo un arte.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que conservar la compostura. No se puede estar saltando de un pie al otro demostrando demasiada impaciencia. O quejarse usando términos poco delicados. O bufar... que feo.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que seguir sonrientes, aunque el colectivo tarde en llegar.&lt;br /&gt;Uno nunca sabe a quien puede conocer en esa fila. Quien nos está mirando...&lt;br /&gt;Quizás esté el amor de nuestra vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8452543265596372319?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8452543265596372319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8452543265596372319&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8452543265596372319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8452543265596372319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2010/01/esperando-el-colectivo.html' title='Esperando el colectivo'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/S0-f0WHJO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jZNy_1K2LfQ/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6443637810781773893</id><published>2009-12-15T19:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:47:42.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Reinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SyQZCZDC88I/AAAAAAAAACA/TExAos4QjbI/s1600-h/escanear0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SyQZCZDC88I/AAAAAAAAACA/TExAos4QjbI/s400/escanear0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414480180880274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que somos reinas, inclusive los días malos.&lt;br /&gt;Los grises días demasiado soleados, las noches largas en las que amanece demasiado rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Sin sangre azul, sin corona visible, sin absurdos títulos nobiliarios.&lt;br /&gt;Somos reinas, inclusive cuando estamos tristes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6443637810781773893?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6443637810781773893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6443637810781773893&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6443637810781773893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6443637810781773893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/reinas.html' title='Reinas'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SyQZCZDC88I/AAAAAAAAACA/TExAos4QjbI/s72-c/escanear0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8958102407587824083</id><published>2009-12-10T18:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:41:20.552-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>¡Felices Pascuas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-v5v6tlQI/AAAAAAAADCI/GTQXbSf1hAQ/s1600/Copia+de+escanear0006.jpg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-v5v6tlQI/AAAAAAAADCI/GTQXbSf1hAQ/s400/Copia+de+escanear0006.jpg+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521325074829645058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;¡Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Soy el conejito de Pascuas y vengo a desearles unas felices Pascuas, ahora que ya se acercan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¿Cómo? ¿Navidad? ¿Pero qué día es hoy? ¿En qué mes estamos? No, no sé, no me fijo en esas cosas, me parece que ya es hora de que sea Pascua de nuevo... Uy, bueno, está bien, si es taaan importante que en Diciembre sea Navidad y no Pascua, les doy la razón, me voy a dormir un rato más y vuelvo en unos meses...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8958102407587824083?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8958102407587824083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8958102407587824083&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8958102407587824083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8958102407587824083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/felices-pascuas.html' title='¡Felices Pascuas!'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-v5v6tlQI/AAAAAAAADCI/GTQXbSf1hAQ/s72-c/Copia+de+escanear0006.jpg+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-1470894780695910538</id><published>2009-12-06T09:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:48:37.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marietta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Un día cualquiera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuIegW8d2vI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi4zTa_iZ7A/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuIegW8d2vI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi4zTa_iZ7A/s400/escanear0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395908844807117554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mañana cualquiera, en la que nada extraordinario va a pasar, en la que no hay nada especial para hacer, es el día ideal para estrenar la nueva pollera violeta.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vestiremos lo más elegantes posibles, sí, con el colgante rojo también. Si el gatito quiere, le pondremos un sombrero.&lt;br /&gt;Y veremos que el día nos sonríe, porque reconocimos que todos los días son especiales, y que salir a jugar al jardín, por ejemplo, puede ser toda una fiesta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-1470894780695910538?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1470894780695910538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=1470894780695910538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1470894780695910538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1470894780695910538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-dia-cualquiera.html' title='Un día cualquiera'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuIegW8d2vI/AAAAAAAAABw/bi4zTa_iZ7A/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8558933544957718730</id><published>2009-11-24T17:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:42:32.617-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Una sola flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wMgymvyI/AAAAAAAADCY/Jnd5rLHt0lM/s1600/escanear0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wMgymvyI/AAAAAAAADCY/Jnd5rLHt0lM/s400/escanear0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521325397186625314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El romance fue inventado en el amanecer de la humanidad, y al mismo tiempo nació la gran pregunta que aún no tiene respuesta: ¿qué es más lindo que nos regalen a las mujeres: una sola flor o un ramo?&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo que una sola flor es tan bella, tan perfecta, tan única que no hace falta más: al contrario, más flores es un alarde innecesario.&lt;br /&gt;Pero es solo mi opinión. Los ramos también tienen sus defensoras y ¿quién va a negar que nos dejan sin aliento?&lt;br /&gt;Pero insisto: una sola flor, es, para mí, el presente perfecto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8558933544957718730?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8558933544957718730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8558933544957718730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8558933544957718730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8558933544957718730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-sola-flor.html' title='Una sola flor'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wMgymvyI/AAAAAAAADCY/Jnd5rLHt0lM/s72-c/escanear0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8653291590555364601</id><published>2009-11-15T20:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:49:35.049-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>La familia Manosredondas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SwCPcPeFcfI/AAAAAAAACL8/9uk9duJP8Xc/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SwCPcPeFcfI/AAAAAAAACL8/9uk9duJP8Xc/s400/escanear0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404477268196422130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La familia Manosredondas disfruta mucho de ir de paseo. Hay muchas cosas que les gusta hacer (ir al cine, jugar con ositos, acariciar al gato), pero según la ilustradora que tan bien los plasmó en el papel rayado con una birome azul, salir a pasear es su actividad favorita. Especialmente si de paso, compran helado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8653291590555364601?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8653291590555364601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8653291590555364601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8653291590555364601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8653291590555364601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-familia-manosredondas.html' title='La familia Manosredondas'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SwCPcPeFcfI/AAAAAAAACL8/9uk9duJP8Xc/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5966006837828200180</id><published>2009-10-29T18:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:50:02.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuoPpSxYplI/AAAAAAAAAB4/awyJJo4Ng28/s1600-h/escanear0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuoPpSxYplI/AAAAAAAAAB4/awyJJo4Ng28/s400/escanear0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398144305444988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién podría afirmar que los sueños no son reales?&lt;br /&gt;Si volamos en sueños, ¿no estamos realmente volando?&lt;br /&gt;Si pintamos en sueños el cielo de violeta y bailamos un vals con el príncipe azul (ese que vive en Francia y no nos conoce) ¿no estamos realmente bailando bajo un cielo violeta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5966006837828200180?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5966006837828200180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5966006837828200180&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5966006837828200180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5966006837828200180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/suenos.html' title='Sueños'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SuoPpSxYplI/AAAAAAAAAB4/awyJJo4Ng28/s72-c/escanear0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5086305550482393270</id><published>2009-10-19T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:50:33.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjSP_VISWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kDvQYovjJZs/s1600-h/escanear0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjSP_VISWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kDvQYovjJZs/s400/escanear0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393291725916096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo darnos cuenta si estamos enamorados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz recomienda notar ciertos detalles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si usas una corbata porque ella dijo al pasar que la corbata del uniforme del colegio te queda linda.&lt;br /&gt;- Si peinas demasiado al gato porque ella dijo que le gustan los gatos esponjosos.&lt;br /&gt;- Si pensás que ella es única, diferente, especial, preciosa, buena, adorable, simpática, inteligente entre otras cualidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es probable que estés enamorado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5086305550482393270?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5086305550482393270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5086305550482393270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5086305550482393270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5086305550482393270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjSP_VISWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kDvQYovjJZs/s72-c/escanear0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8273657422500984049</id><published>2009-10-16T17:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:51:07.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Wiiiii Wiiiii!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjXMAA9xKI/AAAAAAAAABg/oQNJyehxiW4/s1600-h/escanear0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjXMAA9xKI/AAAAAAAAABg/oQNJyehxiW4/s400/escanear0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297154938619042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jazz le encantan las hamacas.&lt;br /&gt;Si está en la plaza con amigos prefiere contener su alegría temiendo que se burlen, y se hamaca en un sobrio silencio, pero cuando está solo, se hamaca bien fuerte, acompañando cada envión con un sonoro: "¡Wiiiiii!! ¡Wiiiii!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8273657422500984049?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8273657422500984049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8273657422500984049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8273657422500984049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8273657422500984049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/wiiiii-wiiiii.html' title='Wiiiii Wiiiii!!!!'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StjXMAA9xKI/AAAAAAAAABg/oQNJyehxiW4/s72-c/escanear0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-8581290613041431717</id><published>2009-10-13T18:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:51:27.201-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Martes 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StT2dCdiJ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/f7z_rbDHk38/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StT2dCdiJ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/f7z_rbDHk38/s400/escanear0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392205632606709618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No soy supersticioso.&lt;br /&gt;Eso del martes 13 (o viernes 13 en otros lados), la verdad, no me importa.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los gatos negros. Si se cae la sal, no pasa nada. Si se rompe un espejo, son cosas que pasan... En otras palabras, no creo en la mala suerte.&lt;br /&gt;Eso sí: lo de caminar debajo de una escalera, hay que pensarlo dos veces.&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte, me gusta el color naranja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-8581290613041431717?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8581290613041431717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=8581290613041431717&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8581290613041431717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/8581290613041431717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/martes-13.html' title='Martes 13'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/StT2dCdiJ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/f7z_rbDHk38/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5723211347665483874</id><published>2009-10-08T18:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:51:44.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Los abrazables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/Ss5c3frC7zI/AAAAAAAAABI/AYQRRgT9ECk/s1600-h/escanear0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/Ss5c3frC7zI/AAAAAAAAABI/AYQRRgT9ECk/s400/escanear0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347912473669426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay muchos seres sobre la tierra, con muchas características distintivas que le dan nombre: herbívoros, mamíferos, plantígrados, peludos, orejudos, lentos, saltarines... Pero los mejores de todos, son los abrazables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5723211347665483874?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5723211347665483874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5723211347665483874&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5723211347665483874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5723211347665483874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-abrazables.html' title='Los abrazables'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/Ss5c3frC7zI/AAAAAAAAABI/AYQRRgT9ECk/s72-c/escanear0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-7881770372635160744</id><published>2009-10-02T16:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:52:01.718-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Asomándome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsZWn74lrLI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y1W5Ggj4B50/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsZWn74lrLI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y1W5Ggj4B50/s400/escanear0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388089248285306034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me asomé al mundo, para entenderlo.&lt;br /&gt;Le busqué explicaciones a los misterios.&lt;br /&gt;Le busqué excusas a los defectos.&lt;br /&gt;Y al final solo me resultó útil rendirme ante su belleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-7881770372635160744?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7881770372635160744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=7881770372635160744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/7881770372635160744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/7881770372635160744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/asomandome.html' title='Asomándome...'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsZWn74lrLI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y1W5Ggj4B50/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6425372865580925399</id><published>2009-09-29T18:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:52:21.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>El rey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsKCFce6jxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G4Vzr5pdEDo/s1600-h/escanear0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsKCFce6jxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G4Vzr5pdEDo/s400/escanear0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387011134345350930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le habían dicho que debía estar orgulloso de ser rey. Y serlo tenía sus ventajas: por ejemplo, si él quería, todos los días podía comer chocolate. Claro que si comía mucho chocolate, fuera o no rey, le dolía la panza.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no lo dejaban ir a la plaza. Eso le molestaba mucho.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que no era bueno ser rey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6425372865580925399?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6425372865580925399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6425372865580925399&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6425372865580925399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6425372865580925399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-rey.html' title='El rey'/><author><name>Mar y Flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531026440815574412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SraxekPRlrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1A3a7rfeWmQ/S220/escanear0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBoQkeJ4I44/SsKCFce6jxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G4Vzr5pdEDo/s72-c/escanear0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6225218098460425267</id><published>2009-09-19T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:44:03.225-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>Peinado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wjZqnZOI/AAAAAAAADCg/0TuqhvSigLY/s1600/escanear0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wjZqnZOI/AAAAAAAADCg/0TuqhvSigLY/s400/escanear0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521325790411056354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sean malos. Yo me peiné antes de salir de casa. ¿Pero no notaron el viento que hay??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6225218098460425267?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6225218098460425267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6225218098460425267&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6225218098460425267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6225218098460425267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/peinado.html' title='Peinado'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-wjZqnZOI/AAAAAAAADCg/0TuqhvSigLY/s72-c/escanear0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-1068573474122196067</id><published>2009-09-17T17:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:53:14.354-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Arco iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SrKbLA59sMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0xDGn-L0e1o/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SrKbLA59sMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0xDGn-L0e1o/s400/escanear0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382535118185148610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le dijeron que el arco iris, como la felicidad, siempre se ve sobre la casa del vecino, nunca sobre la propia. Entonces ella, que no se dejaba doblegar por cuestiones de perspectivas, dibujó sobre su casa un enorme arco iris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-1068573474122196067?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1068573474122196067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=1068573474122196067&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1068573474122196067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1068573474122196067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/arco-iris.html' title='Arco iris'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SrKbLA59sMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0xDGn-L0e1o/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6930532532159771499</id><published>2009-09-08T16:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:50:43.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>¡Qué día!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yFogAMPI/AAAAAAAADCo/OhEpo3KcHsc/s1600/escanear0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yFogAMPI/AAAAAAAADCo/OhEpo3KcHsc/s400/escanear0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521327478020255986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Esa nube me sigue a mi???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6930532532159771499?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6930532532159771499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6930532532159771499&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6930532532159771499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6930532532159771499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-dia.html' title='¡Qué día!'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yFogAMPI/AAAAAAAADCo/OhEpo3KcHsc/s72-c/escanear0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-1125938247565084639</id><published>2009-09-05T19:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:51:33.854-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yTcWyE0I/AAAAAAAADCw/W17wmpdsVt4/s1600/escanear0005mu%C3%B1eca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yTcWyE0I/AAAAAAAADCw/W17wmpdsVt4/s400/escanear0005mu%C3%B1eca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521327715278525250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quizás es tiempo de alzar la dulzura como escudo y mirar alrededor, al futuro, al pasado, a los días y a las noches, a las calles y a las esquinas, con enormes ojos esperanzados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-1125938247565084639?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1125938247565084639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=1125938247565084639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1125938247565084639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1125938247565084639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/ojos.html' title='Ojos'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yTcWyE0I/AAAAAAAADCw/W17wmpdsVt4/s72-c/escanear0005mu%C3%B1eca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6068348849564934852</id><published>2009-08-23T18:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:54:22.927-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>Las razones de la tortuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SpGvwxReW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_k4z6T-BVuM/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SpGvwxReW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_k4z6T-BVuM/s400/escanear0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373269082824924050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sí, es cierto, señor oficial, yo mordí la cola del gato, pero no fue totalmente mi culpa... Yo perdí mi tranquilidad natural cuando él se burló, una vez más, de mí.  Se ríe maullando a los gritos y rodando por el piso, porque sabe cuanto me molesta que me llamen Manuelita. &lt;div&gt;¡Y todos me llaman Manuelita! Los amiguitos de mi dueño Joaquín, la prima Esther, el vecino almacenero, cuando me encuentra en la vereda, buscando un lugar en donde me llamen por mi verdadero nombre... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se te escapó Manuelita", dicen todos, ¡una y otra vez lo mismo! El papá, la mamá, los chicos del jardín... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y el gato lo sabe y mientras intento dormir, maulla: "¡Manueliiiitaaaaa!!" Por eso le mordí la cola. ¡Mi nombre es Filomena! No Manuelita... Que quede claro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6068348849564934852?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6068348849564934852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6068348849564934852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6068348849564934852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6068348849564934852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-razones-de-la-tortuga.html' title='Las razones de la tortuga'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SpGvwxReW5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_k4z6T-BVuM/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-2418399057940395362</id><published>2009-07-06T18:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:54:44.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><title type='text'>La flor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SlJsit9_o_I/AAAAAAAACD8/AeJoRCX_1OA/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SlJsit9_o_I/AAAAAAAACD8/AeJoRCX_1OA/s400/escanear0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355462250607911922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cortó la flor. Disfrutó el perfume, disfrutó el color y se sintió feliz todo el día, porque supo que la flor  la acompañaría siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-2418399057940395362?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2418399057940395362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=2418399057940395362&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2418399057940395362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2418399057940395362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-flor.html' title='La flor.'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/SlJsit9_o_I/AAAAAAAACD8/AeJoRCX_1OA/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-2289014027444600074</id><published>2009-05-31T18:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:53:05.502-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><title type='text'>El león</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yqW0bKtI/AAAAAAAADC4/IeyCynUOKPk/s1600/le%C3%B3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yqW0bKtI/AAAAAAAADC4/IeyCynUOKPk/s400/le%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521328108929231570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Soy poderoso!&lt;br /&gt;¡Mi rugir se escucha a lo lejos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(¿por qué no tendré amigos? Me gustaría jugar un rato...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Soy el rey de la selva!&lt;br /&gt;¡Todos me tienen miedo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(La otra noche hubo una fuerte tormenta, y me asustó un trueno, a mí, tan poderoso, por eso rugí más fuerte, para que nadie se diera cuenta)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-2289014027444600074?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2289014027444600074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=2289014027444600074&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2289014027444600074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2289014027444600074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-leon.html' title='El león'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-yqW0bKtI/AAAAAAAADC4/IeyCynUOKPk/s72-c/le%C3%B3n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-4297312969276402637</id><published>2009-05-27T19:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:53:49.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><title type='text'>Letra perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-y1ihSBHI/AAAAAAAADDA/HKjmlT2B_C0/s1600/escanear0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-y1ihSBHI/AAAAAAAADDA/HKjmlT2B_C0/s400/escanear0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521328301048726642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llamado a la solidaridad: se solicita a las visitas de este blog, información sobre una letra perdida. Es una R, mayúscula, color azul, trazo grueso... La última vez que fue vista estaba hamacándose en una plaza y comiendo caramelos de ananá. Su dueño agradecerá el regreso de la traviesa letra, ya que tiene los ojos redondos y gigantes de tanto buscarla. Muchas gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-4297312969276402637?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4297312969276402637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=4297312969276402637&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/4297312969276402637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/4297312969276402637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/letra-perdida.html' title='Letra perdida'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-y1ihSBHI/AAAAAAAADDA/HKjmlT2B_C0/s72-c/escanear0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5495319078790631007</id><published>2009-05-20T09:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:55:10.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos infantiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><title type='text'>Marietta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zJwdgpuI/AAAAAAAADDI/gJYC_WdO1NY/s1600/gregorio+y+marietta+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zJwdgpuI/AAAAAAAADDI/gJYC_WdO1NY/s400/gregorio+y+marietta+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521328648388388578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marietta quería ser princesa.&lt;br /&gt;Y bailarina.&lt;br /&gt;Y cada tanto, astronauta.&lt;br /&gt;Y veterinaria.&lt;br /&gt;Y maestra.&lt;br /&gt;Pero por sobre todo quería ser bailarina.&lt;br /&gt;O princesa.&lt;br /&gt;O mejor maestra...&lt;br /&gt;O doctora...&lt;br /&gt;O estilista...&lt;br /&gt;O bailarina... Y cantante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5495319078790631007?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5495319078790631007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5495319078790631007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5495319078790631007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5495319078790631007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/marietta.html' title='Marietta'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zJwdgpuI/AAAAAAAADDI/gJYC_WdO1NY/s72-c/gregorio+y+marietta+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5467226942952153278</id><published>2009-05-10T17:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:57:27.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Paciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zq08trqI/AAAAAAAADDQ/E4P7f6oFkYg/s1600/escanear0005copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zq08trqI/AAAAAAAADDQ/E4P7f6oFkYg/s400/escanear0005copia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521329216528690850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y cuarto...&lt;br /&gt;Y veinte...&lt;br /&gt;Y media...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuánto puede esperar una chica a su osito favorito sin perder el buen humor y, sobre todo, la elegancia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5467226942952153278?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5467226942952153278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5467226942952153278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5467226942952153278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5467226942952153278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/paciencia.html' title='Paciencia'/><author><name>Marcela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02590776645100963948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJC7DMS_EFI/AAAAAAAADA4/noXDI5m5Rh4/S220/Modigliani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yC1XAE4ThtI/TJ-zq08trqI/AAAAAAAADDQ/E4P7f6oFkYg/s72-c/escanear0005copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-2240372669507113224</id><published>2009-04-30T18:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:56:58.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Consejo I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfoVxlSqe5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hlmsQ_x4Z-4/s1600-h/escanear0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfoVxlSqe5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hlmsQ_x4Z-4/s400/escanear0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597050514570130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para encontrar la solución a un problema, lo primero que hay que hacer es cambiar la perspectiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-2240372669507113224?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2240372669507113224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=2240372669507113224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2240372669507113224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/2240372669507113224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/consejo-i.html' title='Consejo I'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfoVxlSqe5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hlmsQ_x4Z-4/s72-c/escanear0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-3648251712865237914</id><published>2009-04-26T21:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:57:18.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Gregorio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfT_qrwnThI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UE4odwYAW1w/s1600-h/escanear0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfT_qrwnThI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UE4odwYAW1w/s400/escanear0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329165367852355090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gregorio se había acostumbrado a llamar la atención cuando caminaba por la calle. Nunca le preocupó demasiado. Si a los demás no les gustaba su remera a rayas, era su problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-3648251712865237914?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3648251712865237914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=3648251712865237914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3648251712865237914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3648251712865237914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/gregorio.html' title='Gregorio'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SfT_qrwnThI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UE4odwYAW1w/s72-c/escanear0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-3166686136501106770</id><published>2009-04-19T20:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:57:43.096-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>La torre de la princesa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuzTU68C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cNkWU5wVZaU/s1600-h/escanear0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuzTU68C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cNkWU5wVZaU/s400/escanear0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326548128910543778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde un reino muy lejano, el caballero llegó a la torre para salvar a la princesa del terrible dragón.&lt;br /&gt;Al menos esa era la historia que le habían contado.&lt;br /&gt;Porque al entrar muy heroico a salvar a su dama, la encontró tomando una taza de té junto al dragón y leyendo cuentos de hadas.&lt;br /&gt;Lo invitaron con unas galletitas de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;El comió dos, tomó una taza de té y regresó a su reino, prometiendo volver de visita otro día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-3166686136501106770?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3166686136501106770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=3166686136501106770&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3166686136501106770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3166686136501106770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-torre-de-la-princesa.html' title='La torre de la princesa.'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeuzTU68C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cNkWU5wVZaU/s72-c/escanear0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-6805775810272702720</id><published>2009-04-12T18:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:58:03.832-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Globos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeJj8hDYP3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/X4daosnus-g/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeJj8hDYP3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/X4daosnus-g/s400/escanear0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323927600821190514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Los medios de transportes habituales, no siempre pueden llevarnos a donde deseamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-6805775810272702720?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6805775810272702720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=6805775810272702720&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6805775810272702720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/6805775810272702720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/globos.html' title='Globos'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeJj8hDYP3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/X4daosnus-g/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-5934795314493020213</id><published>2009-04-12T09:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:58:22.844-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Betty Boop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeHdSPyb7EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4KRV7EQTDlA/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeHdSPyb7EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4KRV7EQTDlA/s400/escanear0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323779540074097730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khSm4ysMN9c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khSm4ysMN9c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si se es inteligente, un par de aros bonitos, un guiño de ojos en el momento adecuado, y un andar elegante, pueden conquistar el mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-5934795314493020213?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5934795314493020213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=5934795314493020213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5934795314493020213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/5934795314493020213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/betty-boop.html' title='Betty Boop'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SeHdSPyb7EI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4KRV7EQTDlA/s72-c/escanear0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-3314345615773588509</id><published>2009-04-10T16:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:58:40.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-msW8kJjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5q6zzdTa7cM/s1600-h/escanear0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-msW8kJjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5q6zzdTa7cM/s400/escanear0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323156565579277874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar a una bella pero indiferente muñeca, tiene sus inconvenientes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-3314345615773588509?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3314345615773588509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=3314345615773588509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3314345615773588509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/3314345615773588509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-msW8kJjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5q6zzdTa7cM/s72-c/escanear0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526334071001356397.post-1190297300758780260</id><published>2009-04-10T16:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:58:54.301-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lápices de colores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos'/><title type='text'>Días de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-qOBBC8jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CT3TEsny51c/s1600-h/escanear0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-qOBBC8jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CT3TEsny51c/s400/escanear0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323160442342928946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días de sol son ideales para salir a caminar y pensar en ese amor que nos vuelve loquitos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526334071001356397-1190297300758780260?l=garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1190297300758780260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526334071001356397&amp;postID=1190297300758780260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1190297300758780260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526334071001356397/posts/default/1190297300758780260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garabateandohistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/dias-de-sol.html' title='Días de sol'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005289669938862871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/SreB9f0C3mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtFxqh6cTsE/S220/Copia+de+escanear0001.jpg3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmcVt1dIG8A/Sd-qOBBC8jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CT3TEsny51c/s72-c/escanear0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
