<?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-6355756113748274244</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:11:45.149-08:00</updated><category term='Jaan quoted'/><category term='por que. Familia. Joonas'/><category term='Libros'/><category term='Joonas.'/><category term='Familia. 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Julio2008. Viajes. Joonas Joosep'/><category term='dialogos'/><category term='Just Data'/><title type='text'>maromasdetorpe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2534870213295807198</id><published>2011-08-05T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:27:23.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaan.'/><title type='text'>Jaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee0XlVXS3iw/Tkd40jdzTtI/AAAAAAAAF8I/gU6lsX9yy54/s1600/DSCN0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee0XlVXS3iw/Tkd40jdzTtI/AAAAAAAAF8I/gU6lsX9yy54/s400/DSCN0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640609902573604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su lucha por la vida nunca termino. Hasta el final se creyo capaz de vencer su enfermedad. Siento la ausencia como nunca senti su presencia y esto me inquieta. Va a ser mi ejemplo por lo digno, integro, y amoroso que fue. No tuvo tiempo de escribir lo que se propuso y tenia practicamente listo en su mente, en pocas notas, un par de libros que lo mantenian desconectado de lo de todos los dias. Pensaba y pensaba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quisiera poderme asegurar de que murio sabiendo que yo lo apreciaba, lo respetaba y lo adoraba incondicionalmente. Todos los que me quieran ayudar podrian hacer lo mismo: mantener la memoria de Jaan viva, colectivamente, para que mis hijos lo tengan cerca aunque ya no este, y sientan orgullo como yo de haber compartido con el tantas cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaan tuvo un paro respiratorio cerca de las 20:00 del viernes 5 de agosto del 2011. El dia mas intenso de mi vida hasta este momento. Estuvimos Juulia y yo con el sus ultimas 8 horas. Su higado paro de funcionar esa manana y los medicos sabian que ya no habia nada mas que hacer. Nosotros no. Cuando hay vida hay que hacer: hay que querer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2534870213295807198?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2534870213295807198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2534870213295807198' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2534870213295807198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2534870213295807198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/08/jaan.html' title='Jaan'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee0XlVXS3iw/Tkd40jdzTtI/AAAAAAAAF8I/gU6lsX9yy54/s72-c/DSCN0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-4346341627007267761</id><published>2011-05-06T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:33:21.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuestiones de peso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas.'/><title type='text'>Saliendo de un enredo</title><content type='html'>O varios: el curso electronico, la compra de tiquetes, las decisiones en comun sobre el viaje de los hijos a Colombia, las aventuras de Emil en transformacion a comun y silvestre con intereses basicamente mundanos, inquietudes filosoficas (me quiero convertir/pasar al TAOISMO/instruir o empapar de lo que tenga que ver con el), planteamientos misioneros (viaje a Africa o a la Latinoamerica profunda y convertirme en voluntaria?), ideas sobre negocios que me cambien el rumbo (suficiente evolucion intelectual), cuestiones de peso, dentisteria, oftalmologia y espalda... y en 3 semanas cumple Juulia 13. Quiere una camara profesional o Polaroid (que ella explique la variedad de opciones, yo no lo entiendo), el transplante, un apartamento en Estocolmo para finales de Mayo, el jardin de mi casa, el de la casa de Vello. Ser mejor con los que he sido de lo peor...&lt;br /&gt;Y a todo esto estoy antojada de un AMAZON KINDLE y de un pequeno computador portatil que el del trabajo pesa 4 kilos y es una responsabilidad enorme cuidar lo ajeno...&lt;div&gt;Querer y querer...cuando uno lo tiene todo solo el hacer lo llena, pero si no se sabe hacer nada o no hay tiempo que nos pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Jaan, Emil, Luli y yo casi siempre por skype y ya con camarita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace como 6 meses Joonas me informo que los numeros nunca se acababan. Lo tenia que poner aqui, para que quedara registrado que a los 5 anos entendio el concepto de eternidad. Pero hace una semana me pregunto que como es que si comenzaban en cero? Que entonces si se terminaban, en el principio, asi que conteste que yo no sabia como explicarle a una persona de apenas 6 anos lo que necesitaba para que entendiera que de ahi para abajo tambien esta el infinito, pero que era culpa mia, por limitada y que lo iba a pensar para que le quedara muy claro. Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6355756113748274244-4346341627007267761?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4346341627007267761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=4346341627007267761' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4346341627007267761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4346341627007267761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/05/saliendo-de-un-enredo.html' title='Saliendo de un enredo'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7046026542347965897</id><published>2011-04-27T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:09:23.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donacion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tranpantojo'/><title type='text'>Pantuflas/Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5PPrJQUrkPw/Tbig28PFQkI/AAAAAAAAF5A/yHL2IDunbGo/s1600/granny-square-slippers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5PPrJQUrkPw/Tbig28PFQkI/AAAAAAAAF5A/yHL2IDunbGo/s400/granny-square-slippers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600403002377978434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/granny-square-slippers"&gt;Purlbee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De las que todo el mundo tiene y hace aqui desde los 7 anos. Y yo no he podido con ellas. Como se disfrutan las manualidades en este pais, y como se extranna en los pensum(es?) colombianos. Y uno tan mayor ya no aprende muy facil que digamos. Jorge Juan cumple anos hoy, el dia del re-nacimiento de Jaan. Le hicieron el transplante de celulas madre esta misma manana. Unos pocos gramitos de un cordon umbilical llegado de Alemania.&lt;br /&gt;Donemos todo lo posible. Semaos donantes de lo que se pueda!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A que sin consultar no saben que quiere decir TRANPANTOJO!!!!!!&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/6355756113748274244-7046026542347965897?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7046026542347965897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7046026542347965897' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7046026542347965897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7046026542347965897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/pantuflasslippers.html' title='Pantuflas/Slippers'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5PPrJQUrkPw/Tbig28PFQkI/AAAAAAAAF5A/yHL2IDunbGo/s72-c/granny-square-slippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2476853900686310496</id><published>2011-04-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:05:38.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaan.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia. Joonas'/><title type='text'>Cumple de Joonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch21PnNwjBI/Ta3qPMjD3VI/AAAAAAAAF44/2MZT5GB_22g/s1600/mosaicf503cfb0b5e71d8e4860695ee7474199c6c191c8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch21PnNwjBI/Ta3qPMjD3VI/AAAAAAAAF44/2MZT5GB_22g/s400/mosaicf503cfb0b5e71d8e4860695ee7474199c6c191c8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597387458678611282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unas pocas imagenes de muchas mas que les siguen, pronto. Invitamos 13 ninos del cole y del barrio, y estuvieron haciendo magdalenas. Con los grandes comimos un monton. Regalos, muchos! Pasaron todos muy bueno. El sitio es uno de comidas organicas y sanas tipo el arbol de la vida donde tambien se hacen estos eventos con ninos y personas que quieran aprender a cocinar sano.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tuvimos una despedida emotiva. Jaan se va manana, al fin se pone en movimiento toda este proceso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2476853900686310496?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2476853900686310496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2476853900686310496' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2476853900686310496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2476853900686310496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/cumple-de-joonas.html' title='Cumple de Joonas'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch21PnNwjBI/Ta3qPMjD3VI/AAAAAAAAF44/2MZT5GB_22g/s72-c/mosaicf503cfb0b5e71d8e4860695ee7474199c6c191c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2241721687533260528</id><published>2011-04-13T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:03:36.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas.'/><title type='text'>Cansadisima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4r8iwy6bkI/TaVmhKU3WwI/AAAAAAAAF4o/ciUkaE34UE4/s1600/jellyfish.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4r8iwy6bkI/TaVmhKU3WwI/AAAAAAAAF4o/ciUkaE34UE4/s400/jellyfish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594990831971293954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No puedo acordarme de donde encontre esta imagen. No es mia, en todo caso aunque la situacion es familiar. "Yo no fui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Podria llenar paginas de quejas pero basta con decir que estoy bloqueada. Resiento lo que oigo, veo, percibo y tambien lo que siento, que me resiento. Lo mas dificil de este mundo es la gente. A una semana de lo incierto, ocupada planeando la vida con las unas. Los mas cercanos son los mas lejanos y los mas chiquitos, los mas sabios. &lt;div&gt;Se convierte uno al taoismo o lo descubre y practica? Se trata de una religion organizada con jerarquias y con todo lo demas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2241721687533260528?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2241721687533260528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2241721687533260528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2241721687533260528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2241721687533260528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/cansadisima.html' title='Cansadisima'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4r8iwy6bkI/TaVmhKU3WwI/AAAAAAAAF4o/ciUkaE34UE4/s72-c/jellyfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5849824526154235176</id><published>2011-03-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:22:33.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El metodo Gordon'/><title type='text'>El "Gordon training"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ayer me lo recomendaron y como todo sirve, aunque sea para darse uno cuenta de que no sirve, lo busque y lei lo que pude. Ya estaba enterada de TODO. Intuitiva y tambien muy tecnicamente. Dice mas o menos lo mismo que Roger Fisher (metodo Harvard de negociacion) ha dicho mil veces, solo que enfatizando en la escucha eficaz. Y si, sirve! por lo menos a mi me recordo que lo que enseno lo tengo que aplicar, que lo que tanto he estudiado e investigado es para usar, me obliga a replantear estrategias y a renovar expectativas. Tengo que invertir mas tiempo en los hijos mas grandes. Voy a tratar de ensenarle a Emil como planear objetivos para la vida. Y voy a recibir y aprender de lo que el tenga para decir. La terapia del grito solo sirve al que se desahoga, y momentaneamente. Se dice pronto!&lt;div&gt;Puede ser que Gordon haya inspirado al grupo de investigadores de Harvard. Al escuchar al otro lo valoramos, le damos su lugar, legitimamos sus sentimientos y les asignamos importancia. Entendemos mejor y concentrandonos en esto nos liberamos un poco de la necesidad de ser entendidos. Ya esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayer tambien imprimi este texto basado en un articulo de EFT de L.Bueno, para Emil (Aunque aveces siento que estas lecturas me devuelven a las reflexiones juveniles y me incomodan horrorosamente, me esfuerzo para "bajarme de esta nube" y aceptar que lo cursi y lo candido tambien puede ser formativo):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy lei que alguien sentia que el dia (un dia) habia amanecido mas suave, tenue. Que las nubes perezosas, adormecidas, siempre lentas, eran el contexto de una imagen en que un nino(yo creo que era un nino), observaba la vida juguetona (estos adjetivos adverbiales son detestables pero quiero mostrarte que el hombre tuvo un momento poetico, a su manera). Le brillaban los ojos -al nino-. De forma irrelevante menciona tambien que estaba en una esquina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El nino parecia mas feliz por que en ese dia ese alguien estaba mas feliz, y visceversa, el estaba feliz por que veia al pequeno feliz. Sintio y se permitio decir que si cada uno decide ser feliz por cuenta propia el es el y el otro sigue siendo el otro. Ambos pueden relacionarse directamente con al felicidad (lo describia como un baile, pero a mi eso no me suena nada, nada bien)...Al contrario, siguio, si cada uno es feliz por que el otro lo ha sido o lo es, dejarian de experimentar el propio ser para querer convertirse en el otro, o depender, o sostener, o condicionar, afectar, mezclar...Como relacionarse con la felicidad entonces por interpuesta persona? Termina escribiendo que ser feliz es una decision, una experiencia exclusivamente personal. Aunque se pueda compartir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formas de encauzar la busqueda de la satisfaccion son muchas, pero parece que las constructivas no tantas: Aficiones, intereses, dedicacion, devocion y obsesion por lo que sea&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;constructivo&lt;/span&gt;. Al fin y al cabo no es lo mismo consumir compulsivamente tabaco que consumir compulsivamente literatura, estampillas, teatro, telas, pinturas, tiempo en el gimnasio o cine. Como sugerirle las formas convenientes a un adolescente que se rebela ex-oficio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El domingo Emil ira a su primera clase de tiro con arco. A ver si con esta "acierto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8Iqg4D2oEo/TZT95twSG_I/AAAAAAAAF3M/KfFNpNM3SNI/s1600/change.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8Iqg4D2oEo/TZT95twSG_I/AAAAAAAAF3M/KfFNpNM3SNI/s400/change.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590372205450107890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Un libro que voy a leer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5849824526154235176?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5849824526154235176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5849824526154235176' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5849824526154235176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5849824526154235176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-gordon-training.html' title='El &quot;Gordon training&quot;'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8Iqg4D2oEo/TZT95twSG_I/AAAAAAAAF3M/KfFNpNM3SNI/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2087391666370053485</id><published>2011-03-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:26:00.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><title type='text'>Era tan facil cuando lo estaba esperando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57SaxUE4XYo/TZIyM6dUlKI/AAAAAAAAF28/hstu2TYwWy8/s1600/DSCN4128.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57SaxUE4XYo/TZIyM6dUlKI/AAAAAAAAF28/hstu2TYwWy8/s400/DSCN4128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589585284952265890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora a los 15 se vuelve todo muy complicado. A E. le fue este periodo por primera vez regular en el colegio, y no hay nada que hacer, por que nada que se logre por obligacion dura. No le interesa nada mas que los amigos y las amigas, lo que digan los amigos y las amigas, lo que hagan los amigos y las amigas. Ese es su mundo. Paso de tener fisica y quimica en cincos a nisiquiera presentar los examenes parciales. &lt;div&gt;En Estonia del colegio salen y entran a cualquier hora y tienen un centro comercial al frente con todo lo que eso implica. Estuvimos en Estocolmo la semana pasada.&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/6355756113748274244-2087391666370053485?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2087391666370053485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2087391666370053485' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2087391666370053485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2087391666370053485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/era-tan-facil-cuando-lo-estaba.html' title='Era tan facil cuando lo estaba esperando....'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57SaxUE4XYo/TZIyM6dUlKI/AAAAAAAAF28/hstu2TYwWy8/s72-c/DSCN4128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5332634492262629615</id><published>2011-03-16T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:18:17.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benjamin'/><title type='text'>Benjamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFUXBGr8wnc/TYd1j7GcMAI/AAAAAAAAF20/oPanGXV7bpc/s1600/Den_Haag-20110307-00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586563122796965890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFUXBGr8wnc/TYd1j7GcMAI/AAAAAAAAF20/oPanGXV7bpc/s400/Den_Haag-20110307-00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Origen hebreo, compuesto: Ben (hijo) Yamin (del dolor). La etimologia habla de que se trata de un hijo a quien se le muere la mama en el parto aunque interpretaciones rabinicas tambien le dan otros significados como que es un hijo tardio (Jacobo tenia 100 anos cuando Benjamin le nacio a Raquel), o el ULTIMO: Ojo, sera el ultimo de Karolain? En todo caso, un nombre bello! Con tal de que lo dejen asi y nuca le digan al pobre nino Benji-Benyi o Beny. No creo en rasgos de la personalidad asociados a los nombres como si por encanto uso le asignara el temperamento con una palabra solamente a los hijos: mitologia en estado puro.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bb en el cuarto mes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=446680ae86&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12edcec836081591&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=thd&amp;amp;zw" alt="Den Haag-20110322-00075.jpg" /&gt;&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/6355756113748274244-5332634492262629615?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5332634492262629615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5332634492262629615' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5332634492262629615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5332634492262629615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/benjamin.html' title='Benjamin'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFUXBGr8wnc/TYd1j7GcMAI/AAAAAAAAF20/oPanGXV7bpc/s72-c/Den_Haag-20110307-00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3240547893123686394</id><published>2011-03-08T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:29:50.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas'/><title type='text'>Muchas cosas que cuidar</title><content type='html'>"Emil(15) AKA Akne (15): Claro que voy a sacar la basura! Por que me lo repites TODO EL TIEMPO?"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFnp979aXRU/TXatG6cko_I/AAAAAAAAF2E/HmGdrP6Pfk4/s1600/emilsacalabasura.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839122452227058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFnp979aXRU/TXatG6cko_I/AAAAAAAAF2E/HmGdrP6Pfk4/s400/emilsacalabasura.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con tanto que atender, dependientes, mascota, casa, cosas, adornos, papeles, proyectos. Este coleccionismo me va volviendo loca. Un sueno a cumplir seria irme a un pais remoto a ayudar mujeres on ninos, sin nada mas que lo que pueda llevar en la mano. Por ejemplo, a Senegal, a Etiopia o a Afganistan. Una argolla que me identifique "just in case" dos mudas, unas super botas de cuero color miel, una mochilota y poco mas. Papel, colores, y acceso a internet. Para que mas! Simplificar la vida se va convirtiendo en un imperativo. Nada de acupuntura para hamsters, lectura rapida para jirafas o fonoaudiologia para loros. Ni riesgos de complicarse con muebles que no se puedan usar o ropa que a uno no le sirve, dizque por si las moscas. Por ningun motivo quiero mas acumulaciones de objetos inservibles, nisiquiera libros que nunca voy a tener tiempo de leer. Uno definitivamente da esta vuelta en algun momento de la vida. Que otros guarden y me presten.&lt;br /&gt;En Estonia los bananos cuestan el doble ahora de lo que costaban en Diciembre pasado, se convirtieron en un lujo.&lt;br /&gt;En el dia de la mujer Emil y Jaan nos dieron a Juulia y a mi tulipanes con olor a miel, y tambien nos compraron chocolates. Yo hice unos brownies como para no parar de comerselos nunca!&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/6355756113748274244-3240547893123686394?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3240547893123686394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3240547893123686394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3240547893123686394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3240547893123686394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/muchas-cosas-que-cuidar.html' title='Muchas cosas que cuidar'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aFnp979aXRU/TXatG6cko_I/AAAAAAAAF2E/HmGdrP6Pfk4/s72-c/emilsacalabasura.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-861550323226396243</id><published>2011-03-05T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:30:09.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Transplante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItN-RJxq1OA/TXI6lJM2yXI/AAAAAAAAF18/Nhiuih5cfrQ/s1600/pulga-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItN-RJxq1OA/TXI6lJM2yXI/AAAAAAAAF18/Nhiuih5cfrQ/s400/pulga-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580587298064877938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De donde sacaria yo esta imagen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para los que sigan interesados y visiten el blog, por que sigo con poco tiempo para escribirle a cada uno, el transplante de celulas madre esta planeaso para la 3era o cuarta semana de abril, segun vayan avanzando en Estocolmo con la lista de espera. Ellos transplantan todos los pacientes de Islandia, Suecia y muchos noruegos. Jaan es el segundo estonio que se somete a esta intervencion alli. Lo que se espera es que este hospitalizado hasta 2 meses y luego que siga como paciente externo, pero alla mismo por otros 2-3. La universidad tiene apartamentos que renta y la fundacion Ronald McDonald una casa disponible para los enfermos. Emil y Juulia, se las apanan, con Joonas, no tenemos idea de que hacer. Mientras tanto todos trabajando MUCHO! El de JF y karolain es al fin nino o nina???????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-861550323226396243?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/861550323226396243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=861550323226396243' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/861550323226396243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/861550323226396243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/transplante.html' title='Transplante'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItN-RJxq1OA/TXI6lJM2yXI/AAAAAAAAF18/Nhiuih5cfrQ/s72-c/pulga-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-8670195609735713613</id><published>2011-02-22T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:25:39.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe'/><title type='text'>En un cafe de Verona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8oucukMpQ/TWOO2cbYRqI/AAAAAAAAF1g/POzjNqqru5w/s1600/DSCN3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576457829609916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8oucukMpQ/TWOO2cbYRqI/AAAAAAAAF1g/POzjNqqru5w/s400/DSCN3956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anunciados todos los cafes disponibles y el gran ausente, inexplicablemente fue el cafe de Colombia. NO ENCONTRE cafe colombiano en Italia, nisiquiera en el menu de los restaurantes latinos. Mala gestion de los exportadores de nuestro pais o boicot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-8670195609735713613?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8670195609735713613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=8670195609735713613' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8670195609735713613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8670195609735713613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/en-un-cafe-de-verona.html' title='En un cafe de Verona'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8oucukMpQ/TWOO2cbYRqI/AAAAAAAAF1g/POzjNqqru5w/s72-c/DSCN3956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5403531787354222177</id><published>2011-02-09T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:27:13.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecho a mano'/><title type='text'>Broches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVMCL-vZBCI/AAAAAAAAF0A/JIZSk00wY0A/s1600/DSCN3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVMCL-vZBCI/AAAAAAAAF0A/JIZSk00wY0A/s320/DSCN3842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571799568831022114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que mas me gusta de adornos y joyeria y solo tengo 3. Hoy Juulia me hizo este de lana (felpa) a la que ella misma le dio forma. Cada bolita y cada textura. Lindisimo!!!! Esta foto tan mal tomada no le hace justicia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5403531787354222177?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5403531787354222177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5403531787354222177' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5403531787354222177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5403531787354222177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/broches.html' title='Broches'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVMCL-vZBCI/AAAAAAAAF0A/JIZSk00wY0A/s72-c/DSCN3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3466075541964189690</id><published>2011-02-09T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:52:28.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustos'/><title type='text'>Comida china</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVLwa3OWPfI/AAAAAAAAFzo/GHXYgIwOdtI/s1600/DSCN3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVLwa3OWPfI/AAAAAAAAFzo/GHXYgIwOdtI/s320/DSCN3840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571780033302117874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que mas le gusta a Joonas. Noodles de arroz con pollo! Mejor que Mc. para un gusto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3466075541964189690?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3466075541964189690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3466075541964189690' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3466075541964189690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3466075541964189690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/comida-china.html' title='Comida china'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TVLwa3OWPfI/AAAAAAAAFzo/GHXYgIwOdtI/s72-c/DSCN3840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7599888001555917546</id><published>2011-02-05T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:38:51.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposible la serenidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TU3fdAdaz3I/AAAAAAAAFzU/SkjCSx46of0/s1600/pinata.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TU3fdAdaz3I/AAAAAAAAFzU/SkjCSx46of0/s320/pinata.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570354003559763826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si un hijo le dice a uno que quiere ser mago o payaso, por lo interesante y positivo de la experiencia, portero para no tener nada importante en que pensar o magnate del negocio de la explotacion de los mas debiles y desinformados para hacerse millonario en el menor tiempo posible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No me explico por que tengo que oir cosas por el estilo, con regularidad pasmosa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo que estaba pensando en hacer pinatas a mano tematicas y personalizadas para darle una idea de "mini negocio" a Juulia seguramente sorprendo a E. aun mas. Al menos hacer un intento para el cumpleanos 6 de Joonas. Una que a el le pueda gustar, por ejemplo de hipocampo o de pez globo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7599888001555917546?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7599888001555917546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7599888001555917546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7599888001555917546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7599888001555917546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/imposible-la-serenidad.html' title='Imposible la serenidad'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TU3fdAdaz3I/AAAAAAAAFzU/SkjCSx46of0/s72-c/pinata.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7561290062787011531</id><published>2011-02-04T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T05:20:26.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo bonito y algo feo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUv7AJ5B8yI/AAAAAAAAFzE/6HUp5dPxNHk/s1600/lively.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUv7AJ5B8yI/AAAAAAAAFzE/6HUp5dPxNHk/s320/lively.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569821344247444258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Del blog "one tiny life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s90sxb1HwIw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que el viaje a Italia sea lo mas tematico e inolvidable posible. Por que a Jaan la musica San Remo italiana especialmente de los 70 le parece insufriblemente cursi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7561290062787011531?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7561290062787011531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7561290062787011531' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7561290062787011531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7561290062787011531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-colorido.html' title='Algo bonito y algo feo'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUv7AJ5B8yI/AAAAAAAAFzE/6HUp5dPxNHk/s72-c/lively.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3644825085220963848</id><published>2011-02-03T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:26:09.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostaza, el color, en invierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUvP5q5TBWI/AAAAAAAAFys/613fx9GeQuY/s1600/Feltednecklacebyollieswoollies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUvP5q5TBWI/AAAAAAAAFys/613fx9GeQuY/s400/Feltednecklacebyollieswoollies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773953847854434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lo que se puede hacer con lana. OlliesWoolies hizo este collar en lso colores que  nunca imagine apreciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;En el kinder todos eran mas rapidos que yo y cuando habia que elegir las plastilinas me quedaba con la que nadie queria, seguramente la mezcla de pedacitos de colores, en fin, un color amarillo grisaceo, de apariencia barrosa, con pedacitos de arena y que me causaba LITERALMENTE nausea. Esa me parecia la actividad mas grotesca de todas, moldear con plastilinas repugnantes. Tambien reconocia que eran las mas ordinarias, las de la caja mas fea y mas vieja. Me gustaban las plastilinas de colores vivos que no nos dejaban usar! Con una de estas sensaciones me quede por que uno de esos dias, sintiendome tan mal y sin supervision alguna, (asi me imagino que fue la historia) baje muchisimas escalas mientras llovia -olia a lluvia- , seguramente buscando a la profesora. Llegue a una oficina donde conversaban adultas y que no me prestaban atencion. Ahi estuve parada hasta que senti que necesitaba llorar y poco mas. No tengo ni idea de como termino este episodio. En ese mismo lugar, otro dia y me parece que sin poder hablar, por que nadie pudo entender que me pasaba, encontre que un machucon terrible en mi dedo indice derecho, que algun nino me hizo tirando una puerta y logrando que perdiera la una por completo, merecio una pastilla tipo aspirina. Ni yo sabia que hacer con ella (nunca me habian dado una, especulo) ni esas senoras que hacer con una nina de casi 3 anos que no podia explicar que se habia lastimado. Nadie me ayudo, yo recuerdo como lo que hice fue poner la aspirina en la herida del dedo y el ardor...En el patio los ninos nos levantaban las faldas, nos tiraban arena y nos empujaban en las pocetas que no se para que habian instalado en linea alla afuera. Pasar por esas sin poderse comunicar debe ser la leccion de supervivencia mas determinante de la vida. Entrar al Jesus Maria fue una liberacion. Aqui vivi los mejores 3 anos de mi vida escolar a pesar de Silvia, hoy un nombre sin rostro, el terror del salon, la que pegaba, molestaba, gritaba, insultaba, destruia y no se quedaba quieta ni un minuto. Recuerdos irrelevantes de una vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahora mismo, como este blog lo demuestra, aprecio el color amarillo mostaza indeterminado. Los traumas de la casa de su nino, esa guarderia a la que me referi estan superados.  Viviendo en el clima nordico es casi imposible rechazar algun color. El color se convierte en signo de vida de un paisaje generalmente monotono, sombrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3644825085220963848?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3644825085220963848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3644825085220963848' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3644825085220963848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3644825085220963848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/mostaza-el-color-en-invierno.html' title='Mostaza, el color, en invierno'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TUvP5q5TBWI/AAAAAAAAFys/613fx9GeQuY/s72-c/Feltednecklacebyollieswoollies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2641411234358057510</id><published>2011-02-01T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:27:16.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Bergamo en 10 dias! Nerviosa por lo que pueda pasar, pero con mucha ilusion de descansar y dejar descansar antes de lo que se avecina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No se puede creer la cantidad de buenisimos sitios web que hay y que no tengo tiempo para leer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.languagehat.com/"&gt;Literatura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kanjisite.com/"&gt;Kanji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;Comida&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TOOOODA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.origami-club.com/"&gt;Origami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.origami-club.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calligraphycentre.com/"&gt;Caligrafia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://moroccanmaryam.typepad.com/"&gt;Marrakesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonelyplanet.com/"&gt;Viajes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2641411234358057510?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2641411234358057510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2641411234358057510' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2641411234358057510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2641411234358057510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5226637664568664987</id><published>2011-01-19T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:50:17.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas.'/><title type='text'>Nombres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTb-HgnQ6OI/AAAAAAAAFx8/TWGqZSgPXH0/s1600/comoJuan%2Bdavid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTb-HgnQ6OI/AAAAAAAAFx8/TWGqZSgPXH0/s400/comoJuan%2Bdavid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563913794629986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para Emil pensaba en Gregorio, Jeronimo, Luciano o Ilan. De ninas pense en el de siempre, Amalia y en Amelia, Eloisa, Elisa y Magdalena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Los mismos  se me ocurrieron con todos, solo que para el 2005 ya consideraba tambien opciones tipo Paulo, Marcelo, Martina y recurrian los deseos de poner los otros, todos a la vez, a lo que llegara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya no puedo poner mas nombres pero si sugerir los de siempre y mas: Martin Pescador, Gregorio, Jeronimo, Marcelo, Patricio....&lt;br /&gt;Para nina Maria Luisa es simple, no esta mal, pero es que nada como Amalia, Elisa y Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y bien, respecto a la foto, que no se parece a Juan David aunque no tengan ni un gen en comun???? Si conmigo! Son las hijas de Manuel y Claudia y el es el hijo de Antonio e Inge. Los tres nietos de Clara Yolanda Solarte. Ergo, hijos de primos/primos segundos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5226637664568664987?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5226637664568664987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5226637664568664987' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5226637664568664987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5226637664568664987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/01/nombres.html' title='Nombres'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTb-HgnQ6OI/AAAAAAAAFx8/TWGqZSgPXH0/s72-c/comoJuan%2Bdavid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5831165110019207051</id><published>2011-01-18T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T07:16:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un despiste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTYbOAYnXqI/AAAAAAAAFx0/PykPcb2sKRs/s1600/DSCN3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTYbOAYnXqI/AAAAAAAAFx0/PykPcb2sKRs/s400/DSCN3815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563664317098188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;O infantilismo. Como se concentra uno en lo que TIENE que hacer, a su debido tiempo? TODO me interesa menos lo obligatorio, aunque si no lo fuera tal vez. Lo dicho. Regresionando, debe ser que la adolescencia se contagia y lo digo sin alborozo alguno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5831165110019207051?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5831165110019207051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5831165110019207051' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5831165110019207051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5831165110019207051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-despiste.html' title='Un despiste'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTYbOAYnXqI/AAAAAAAAFx0/PykPcb2sKRs/s72-c/DSCN3815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3415486879695146494</id><published>2011-01-17T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:55:57.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como si no tuviera nada mas en que pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTRXMdW5kMI/AAAAAAAAFxc/DrC8MgUevaE/s1600/tallinninreality%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTRXMdW5kMI/AAAAAAAAFxc/DrC8MgUevaE/s400/tallinninreality%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563167311260127426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta foto es REAl, de la "plaza mayor" de Tallinn en invierno.  Este es el mercadillo de navidad. De pelicula estar por aqui en estos dias, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se me ocurrio hoy que parezco ser la ultima persona del planeta a la que le disgustan los tatuajes y todo lo que no pueda volver a su estado anterior (lo no anulable/irreparable). Tambien debo ser la unica a la que no solo no le llaman la atencion los cojines, sino que tienden a repugnarle. Como se mantienen limpios estos recogidos de mugre y polvo? Bonitos si son, la primera semana. No me atrevo ni a pensar en el olor....Con las almohadas basta.  Y como si no hubiera nada mas que hacer quiero leer muchos libros y tejer muchas colchas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La casa esta sin inquilinos por primera vez en 5 anos, Vello en el hospital, cuidado, comodo, limpio, atendido pero insatisfecho. Que vidas mas raras. J. se va con su ministro a USA, y yo sigo esperando fotos artisticas de las virgenes del metro de Medellin. No tengo acceso a ellas ni camara semi profesional como la que si tiene el resto del mundo, los que gustan de los tatuajes y celebran los sofas llenos de cojines! Todo el mundo resulto ser de la noche a la manana fotografo aficionado. Que hacen los profesionales hoy dia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me encontre al doble de Juan David! Y aqui lo pongo a consideracion pronto. Tambien una foto de un personaje de la REALEZA en la que aparece identico a Jorge! Ya veran. Casi no me lo creo yo misma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3415486879695146494?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3415486879695146494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3415486879695146494' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3415486879695146494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3415486879695146494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-si-no-tuviera-nada-mas-en-que.html' title='Como si no tuviera nada mas en que pensar...'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TTRXMdW5kMI/AAAAAAAAFxc/DrC8MgUevaE/s72-c/tallinninreality%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-824929943784754812</id><published>2010-12-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:53:15.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pos nada.</title><content type='html'>Nada de nada. Hacen falta los comentarios, aunque se trate de visitantes accidentales y en transito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-824929943784754812?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/824929943784754812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=824929943784754812' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/824929943784754812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/824929943784754812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/business-law-final-grades.html' title='Pos nada.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5253062776741165538</id><published>2010-12-23T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:08:37.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dec 2010'/><title type='text'>Fotos preparatorias pre-navidad 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBV8iniI/AAAAAAAAFxM/-zAMzHJPpX8/s1600/DSCN3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBYY75FI/AAAAAAAAFxE/ZCKhgu3WYq4/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554002691530417234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBYY75FI/AAAAAAAAFxE/ZCKhgu3WYq4/s400/DSCN3709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBAjHKYI/AAAAAAAAFw8/p5eFOXxKZI0/s1600/DSCN3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554002685130647938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBAjHKYI/AAAAAAAAFw8/p5eFOXxKZI0/s400/DSCN3692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5253062776741165538?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5253062776741165538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5253062776741165538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5253062776741165538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5253062776741165538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/fotos-preparatorias-pre-navidad-2010.html' title='Fotos preparatorias pre-navidad 2010'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TRPIBYY75FI/AAAAAAAAFxE/ZCKhgu3WYq4/s72-c/DSCN3709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6440409520108730606</id><published>2010-12-14T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:21:13.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia extensa'/><title type='text'>AL FIN TIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQfDdN49SqI/AAAAAAAAFwc/Qde2Fqg8mTo/s1600/Freya-%2526-Bloom_musical_angel%2Bdetail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550619972469607074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQfDdN49SqI/AAAAAAAAFwc/Qde2Fqg8mTo/s400/Freya-%2526-Bloom_musical_angel%2Bdetail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El mejor regalo de navidad. Uno de vida y continuidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con todo lo que hemos esperado. Temblando de la felicidad. Espero que sea un yayo, MARTIN PESCADOR. El amigui de Jonas y la ballena...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-6440409520108730606?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6440409520108730606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6440409520108730606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6440409520108730606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6440409520108730606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/al-fin-tia.html' title='AL FIN TIA!'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQfDdN49SqI/AAAAAAAAFwc/Qde2Fqg8mTo/s72-c/Freya-%2526-Bloom_musical_angel%2Bdetail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-98357784033295917</id><published>2010-12-11T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:22:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Informe Piza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQOF9O4OI0I/AAAAAAAAFwU/B0j-dHIcMLg/s1600/phd120310s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549426452863001410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQOF9O4OI0I/AAAAAAAAFwU/B0j-dHIcMLg/s400/phd120310s.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Esta es mi experiencia con los estudiantes, cada semestre sin falta, sinembargo el informe Pisa publicado la semana pasada pone a Estonia de segundo en el mundo en la capacidad a casi todos los niveles, solo despues de Corea del Sur. No se como evaluar la eficacia de un estudio tan serio como este cuando yo tengo una historia tan distinta que contar. Ahhh, pero si China esta tambien entre los paises con mejores resultados, sino el mejor en comprension lectura y matematicas (Shangai y Hong Kong)...simplemente sorprendente. Mis estudiantes chinos no tienen el nivel que mi generacion tenia a los 14 años. No me he querido fijar en que lugar quedo catalogado Colombia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-98357784033295917?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/98357784033295917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=98357784033295917' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/98357784033295917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/98357784033295917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/informe-piza.html' title='Informe Piza'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TQOF9O4OI0I/AAAAAAAAFwU/B0j-dHIcMLg/s72-c/phd120310s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-547071362373285648</id><published>2010-11-16T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:01:56.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversario 15: bodas de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El bano de la finca de Kersti y otras fotos del verano. Joonas es un nino totalmente feliz a los cinco. Emil y Juulia, adolescentes, ya no tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9Sjn1KNI/AAAAAAAAFv8/42HxuJmN0ic/s1600/Picture%2B028.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9Sjn1KNI/AAAAAAAAFv8/42HxuJmN0ic/s320/Picture%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540409724349262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9SDIeH1I/AAAAAAAAFv0/amAJ1iZKmSY/s1600/Picture%2B018.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9SDIeH1I/AAAAAAAAFv0/amAJ1iZKmSY/s320/Picture%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540409715627794258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9P59CBRI/AAAAAAAAFvs/SIe3LWQERF8/s1600/Picture%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9P59CBRI/AAAAAAAAFvs/SIe3LWQERF8/s320/Picture%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540409678804157714" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y Joonas pregunta, por que elegiste a ese senor? Esta manana mientras desayunabamos, despues de explicarle por que el papa le habia traido flores a la mama. (Implicito: existencia de variadas  opciones...). Pues por bueno, carinoso,  mhhh, eeehhh, por inteligente, por que sabe muchas cosas...por que me gustaba con el.  Pero yo soy mas carinoso y mas bueno que papa, y el siempre contesta que no sabe nada, yo se mucho mas que el. Yo creo que lo escogiste por ser el mas fuerte y por que queria tener hijos contigo! Un antropologo de 5 anos. Elemental y darwiniano, simple, claro, natural. Los ninos no pueden mas que intuir y expresar lo que es verdad. J. puede no ser el mas fuerte pero es lo que el instinto de preservacion de la especie evalua.&lt;br /&gt;Va a ser una pena cuando se institucionalice (colegio) y se suprima la capacidad de entender su propia naturaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1: bodas de algodon&lt;br /&gt;2: papel&lt;br /&gt;3: cuero&lt;br /&gt;4: seda&lt;br /&gt;5: madera&lt;br /&gt;6: hierro&lt;br /&gt;7: lana&lt;br /&gt;8: bronce&lt;br /&gt;9: ceramica&lt;br /&gt;10: lata&lt;br /&gt;11: acero&lt;br /&gt;12: hilo&lt;br /&gt;13: cordon&lt;br /&gt;14: marfil&lt;br /&gt;15: cristal&lt;br /&gt;16: obsidiana&lt;br /&gt;17: quarzo&lt;br /&gt;18: aguamarina&lt;br /&gt;19: amatista&lt;br /&gt;20: porcelana&lt;br /&gt;21: plumas&lt;br /&gt;22: concha&lt;br /&gt;23: espejo&lt;br /&gt;24: lapizlazuli&lt;br /&gt;25: plata&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/6355756113748274244-547071362373285648?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/547071362373285648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=547071362373285648' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/547071362373285648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/547071362373285648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/11/aniversario-15-bodas-de-cristal.html' title='Aniversario 15: bodas de cristal'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TON9Sjn1KNI/AAAAAAAAFv8/42HxuJmN0ic/s72-c/Picture%2B028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2031319283109676050</id><published>2010-07-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:22:36.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hijos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verano'/><title type='text'>Jaan comienza un nuevo ciclo mañana martes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantener el optimismo y dejar a un lado la angustia de una enfermedad fatal y el sobreentendido desaucio al que pocos se resignan es lo mas dificil de cada dia. J. se ve muy bien, hace lo de siempre, nada ha cambiado y este escapismo-espejismo es lo unico que hace que la vida siga, que yo pare de calcular los dias que mis hijos van a tener a su familia completa, los recuerdos y mensajes para toda la vida que le quedaran a Joonas, apenas consciente de lo que pasa a su alrededor. Aveces busco consuelo en historias de sobrevivencia, pero es que para su tipo de leucemia no las encuentro, ni google ni nadie las cuenta. Todavia no me planteo por que a mi? Me parece claro por que a el: Chernobyl, vida en kivioli, radiacion de toda clase de desechos nucleares durante la ocupacion sovietica, tabaquismo, y una salud fragil. La vida sigue, en cualquier caso, y es lo que mas desolador se presenta: nadie es indispensable, no hay persona que viva la eternidad, las memorias TODAS se distorsionan con el tiempo, y ¿quienes somos? Y ¿para que actuamos con tanto proposito? ¿Como afecta la ausencia de un padre comprometido y amoroso la vida de un par de adolescentes y un niño? Hay tragedias peores pero no las tiene que resolver uno. Todos no tenemos los mismos recursos/capacidad.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto, Quimioterapia, comida sana para restablecer el funcionamiento de los organos afectados, salir con los hijos, invitar a los amigos, tomar muchas fotos, y esperar -con el corazon en la mano-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esperar por un milagro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30jP_iYVI/AAAAAAAAFsM/KGb-HSx4CqA/s1600/DSCN3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319606514868562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30jP_iYVI/AAAAAAAAFsM/KGb-HSx4CqA/s320/DSCN3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30iyHUpwI/AAAAAAAAFsE/S0bVBE9zzUo/s1600/DSCN3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319598494459650" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30iMKMQ5I/AAAAAAAAFr0/oy3Dy9BFpbg/s1600/DSCN3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319588305945490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30iMKMQ5I/AAAAAAAAFr0/oy3Dy9BFpbg/s320/DSCN3370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2031319283109676050?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2031319283109676050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2031319283109676050' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2031319283109676050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2031319283109676050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/07/jaan-comienza-un-nuevo-ciclo-manana.html' title='Jaan comienza un nuevo ciclo mañana martes.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TE30jP_iYVI/AAAAAAAAFsM/KGb-HSx4CqA/s72-c/DSCN3357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-9209430007834784203</id><published>2010-06-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:02:55.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijos'/><title type='text'>What I am trying to read lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TBFvBrlU50I/AAAAAAAAFmE/I6gvlf6Vyj8/s1600/cardimg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481284296156440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TBFvBrlU50I/AAAAAAAAFmE/I6gvlf6Vyj8/s400/cardimg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-9209430007834784203?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/9209430007834784203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=9209430007834784203' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9209430007834784203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9209430007834784203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-am-trying-to-read-lately.html' title='What I am trying to read lately'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/TBFvBrlU50I/AAAAAAAAFmE/I6gvlf6Vyj8/s72-c/cardimg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-4692721467323682151</id><published>2010-04-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:27:16.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas y la ballena.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Las cosas del querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S8t3oiawRcI/AAAAAAAAFjk/vteC3QH_aEw/s1600/DSCN2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S8t3oiawRcI/AAAAAAAAFjk/vteC3QH_aEw/s320/DSCN2625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590511434352066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark-Ra, Joonas y Oliver saliendo de cine ayer. Vieron "How to train your dragon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joonas cumple 5 el jueves; Esta obsesionado con el hombre arana y con los volcanes por lo que los sucesos breves de Islandia lo tienen emocionado.&lt;br /&gt;Los ninos quieren sin saber siquiera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duerme ya!&lt;br /&gt;Por favor duermete ya!&lt;br /&gt;Te acuerdas de como tenemos que estar para dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joonas&lt;/span&gt;- Sii-i! Con los ojos cerrados, muy quietitos y muuy calladitos...muy, muy calladitos...&lt;br /&gt;Muy bien! Ademas puedes pensar en lo que te guste mas, lo mas bonito, algo que te encante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Joonas-&lt;/span&gt; Entonces voy a pensar en ti mami, en tu pelo y en los abracitos que me das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermoso. Como pasan los hijos de aqui a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es que tu no entiendes nada",&lt;br /&gt;"Lo haces todo para molestarme y nada mas",&lt;br /&gt;"Es que como me quieres fastidiar la vida....",&lt;br /&gt;"Pero piensas salirrrrrrrrr asssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiii?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tu no sabes nada, y yo soy la/el que se de lo que hablo, por que eso fue EN TU EPOCA"&lt;br /&gt;"Es mi vida y no se en que te afecta lo que yo haga/diga/me ponga/piense, etc, etc, etc"&lt;br /&gt;"Asi si te ves -NORMAL-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaan comienza el segundo ciclo de FLAG-ida el martes. Cumpleanos de ambos en el hospital (cuatro o cinco semanas, si todo sale bien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S8t4gB8kK9I/AAAAAAAAFjs/k0PFbZkvOes/s1600/DSCN2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S8t4gB8kK9I/AAAAAAAAFjs/k0PFbZkvOes/s320/DSCN2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591464790469586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver, Joonas y Mark-Ra. Despues de cine, helado&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/6355756113748274244-4692721467323682151?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4692721467323682151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=4692721467323682151' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4692721467323682151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4692721467323682151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/04/las-cosas-del-querer.html' title='Las cosas del querer'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S8t3oiawRcI/AAAAAAAAFjk/vteC3QH_aEw/s72-c/DSCN2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3930914011100622004</id><published>2010-01-12T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T04:41:18.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Cosas que quisieramos vivir con los que todavia no han venido por aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqJVILD5I/AAAAAAAAFiU/u13t5TloIng/s1600-h/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqJVILD5I/AAAAAAAAFiU/u13t5TloIng/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425828359597395858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqJGHYlII/AAAAAAAAFiM/DLbZpoWDLwU/s1600-h/DSCN2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqJGHYlII/AAAAAAAAFiM/DLbZpoWDLwU/s320/DSCN2321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425828355567555714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIyGWEfI/AAAAAAAAFiE/dFPNO6KQrS4/s1600-h/DSCN2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIyGWEfI/AAAAAAAAFiE/dFPNO6KQrS4/s320/DSCN2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425828350194487794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ha sido un invierno que vale la pena, de postal! con record de nevadas y bajas temperaturas. Estas fotos fueron tomadas el 01.10.10 en el acantilado de Tabasalu, muy cerca a nuestra casa. Cuando sale un rayo de sol todos los habitantes de este pais salimos a esquiar, a caminar, a correr, al bosque o a lo que sea pero al aire libre. Todos tenemos doble pantalon, doble camisa, dos sacos, dos pares de guantes y de medias, y por encima impermeables. Joonas tiene 2 gorritos. Despues de 45 minutos y ya sin sentir ni pies ni manos ni protuberancias de ninguna clase (nariz, orejas, dedos y demas...), cuando ya no soportabamos los -17 grados afuera volvimos a la casa a tomar te, chocolate caliente con crema, a prender la chimenea y sentarnos en las pieles de oveja a ver television. No se puede describir con palabras lo amable de estos momentos, pero les ofrezco compartirlos con nosotros. Repito lo que puse en el otro blog, que sea este año 2010 el de la visita a Estonia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIp0tnnI/AAAAAAAAFh8/oYpww3WoZFM/s1600-h/DSCN2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIp0tnnI/AAAAAAAAFh8/oYpww3WoZFM/s320/DSCN2341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425828347973049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIcvTwNI/AAAAAAAAFh0/J_oCTjry3gc/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqIcvTwNI/AAAAAAAAFh0/J_oCTjry3gc/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425828344460722386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-3930914011100622004?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3930914011100622004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3930914011100622004' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3930914011100622004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3930914011100622004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2010/01/cosas-que-quisieramos-vivir-con-los-que.html' title='Cosas que quisieramos vivir con los que todavia no han venido por aqui!'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/S0xqJVILD5I/AAAAAAAAFiU/u13t5TloIng/s72-c/DSCN2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2558439720718835745</id><published>2009-12-10T00:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:35:08.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijos'/><title type='text'>POR QUE SE DEJO???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joonas le corto los quijotes a Kyoko!!!!! No hubo protestas de ninguna clase. Seguramente inspirado por las ocurrencias de sus personajes favoritos: Jip y Janneke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw5NKMSII/AAAAAAAAFek/ws2ZP-0PNdU/s1600-h/DSCN2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw5NKMSII/AAAAAAAAFek/ws2ZP-0PNdU/s320/DSCN2145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413521248930777218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hice mis primeros "cinnamon rolls" desde el principio y hasta el final...mas faciles y rapidos que unas hojuelas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw41Mom_I/AAAAAAAAFec/laEihQgD9Ts/s1600-h/DSCN2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw41Mom_I/AAAAAAAAFec/laEihQgD9Ts/s320/DSCN2156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413521242498571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCxzBSWRaI/AAAAAAAAFe0/OqOX5shAplc/s1600-h/DSCN2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCxzBSWRaI/AAAAAAAAFe0/OqOX5shAplc/s320/DSCN2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413522242176173474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebramos el dia de la velitas "empiyamados" estaba muy tarte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw5Uzn2RI/AAAAAAAAFes/GLPbogsTe4k/s1600-h/DSCN2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw5Uzn2RI/AAAAAAAAFes/GLPbogsTe4k/s320/DSCN2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413521250983598354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-2558439720718835745?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2558439720718835745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2558439720718835745' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2558439720718835745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2558439720718835745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-que-se-dejo.html' title='POR QUE SE DEJO???'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyCw5NKMSII/AAAAAAAAFek/ws2ZP-0PNdU/s72-c/DSCN2145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6633048791880331719</id><published>2009-12-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:48:22.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Termino y empato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semestre el 23; Trabajos forzados (vacaciones de todos) a partir del 24 y hasta la primera semana de Enero, y comienzo en el 11.01.2010 el de primavera con la presentacion de la propuesta de doctorado: Me voy con todo por la libertad de Internet y la racionalizacion de los derechos de propiedad intelectual! Mientras tanto hacemos de todo un poquito. Jaan sigue tomando fotos desconcertantes, Juulia hace tranquilamente 100 tomas de Kyoko al dia y Emil insiste en documentar el paso de mis anos...en el mismo punto de la casa...un unico "punto de vista"(si bajamos las escaleras invariablemente lo encontramos camara en mano y a posar, cualquier dia, a cualquier hora). Una de esas fotos donde estamos J y yo es de cuando cumpliamos 14 anos de casados y saliamos a Must Lammas, un restaurante Georgiano que nos gusta masomenos: comida buenisima, pero escasa. Precios de "Old Town Tallinn" de dejarlo a uno pasmado, completamente incompatibles con la realidad salarial estonia y ademas, hay mas de lo mismo y realmente al tipico estilo de Giorgia: Buenos, bonitos, baratos, y generosos! Como le gustaba a mi papa! Pero era cuestion de aniversario. La fecha: 17 de Noviembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClhpBoZGI/AAAAAAAAFeM/TQ2dIr4WOB0/s1600-h/DSCN2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClhpBoZGI/AAAAAAAAFeM/TQ2dIr4WOB0/s320/DSCN2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413508749466297442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClgZ-2cgI/AAAAAAAAFd0/et3IPUYuSzw/s1600-h/DSCN2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClgZ-2cgI/AAAAAAAAFd0/et3IPUYuSzw/s320/DSCN2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413508728248234498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClhLhilbI/AAAAAAAAFeE/FXFpgXHdzw8/s1600-h/DSCN2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClhLhilbI/AAAAAAAAFeE/FXFpgXHdzw8/s320/DSCN2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413508741547070898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClg_ygeNI/AAAAAAAAFd8/1-RJZ5H_zWU/s1600-h/DSCN2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClg_ygeNI/AAAAAAAAFd8/1-RJZ5H_zWU/s320/DSCN2108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413508738397010130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-6633048791880331719?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6633048791880331719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6633048791880331719' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6633048791880331719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6633048791880331719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/12/termino-y-empato.html' title='Termino y empato'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SyClhpBoZGI/AAAAAAAAFeM/TQ2dIr4WOB0/s72-c/DSCN2154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-345195033154610601</id><published>2009-11-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:11:13.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hojuelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGRgW8toiI/AAAAAAAAFdU/RsZn9qE_5j4/s1600/hojuelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409264612550746658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGRgW8toiI/AAAAAAAAFdU/RsZn9qE_5j4/s320/hojuelas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally I found this recipe in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; after an arduous research:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hojuelas&lt;/span&gt; (Fried Puff Squares)&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup (1/4 lb.) butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups flour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 t. salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 T. sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 T. orange juice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 T. ice cold water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar to sprinkle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix the butter and flour with two forks. When well mixed, add the salt, sugar, juice and water and blend. Without touching the dough with your fingers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roll&lt;/span&gt; it out and fold it in half. Repeat this operation two more times and place in the refrigerator until chilled. Roll out very thin and cut into diagonal strips. Make a slit in the center of each one. Deep fry in hot cooking oil until golden. Drain on paper towels. Sprinkle sugar generously over the squares. Makes about 2 dozen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt; with Colombian pictures. Not a single image is available about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hojuelas&lt;/span&gt; as I remember them I searched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nochebuena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dulces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tradicionales&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;navidad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hojuelas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt;, and nothing was even similar to them. I also did not remember that they were actually fried. Could not we achieve the same delicious result baking the dough in the oven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above a picture taken in Spain, during a municipality celebration where fried pastry is also offered. Few other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;examples&lt;/span&gt; of Chilean recipes include the same type of product. I this a recipe that we learned during the Spanish Colonial times? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGQrcMi66I/AAAAAAAAFdM/dymlBi9Gqpo/s1600/hojuelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGQrcMi66I/AAAAAAAAFdM/dymlBi9Gqpo/s1600/hojuelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-345195033154610601?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/345195033154610601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=345195033154610601' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/345195033154610601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/345195033154610601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/hojuelas.html' title='Hojuelas'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGRgW8toiI/AAAAAAAAFdU/RsZn9qE_5j4/s72-c/hojuelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3731360206370169551</id><published>2009-11-28T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:51:50.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parecidos'/><title type='text'>Otra publicacion de parecidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMsP5L7-I/AAAAAAAAFdE/B1_mDi1WqrM/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMsMG-6DI/AAAAAAAAFc8/FHkemx33aq0/s1600/romas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409259318241323058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMsMG-6DI/AAAAAAAAFc8/FHkemx33aq0/s320/romas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMrxyQzrI/AAAAAAAAFc0/jy0LKpY3-NA/s1600/silvio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409259311175093938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMrxyQzrI/AAAAAAAAFc0/jy0LKpY3-NA/s320/silvio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno es Juan Jose; el otro un colega italiano, Silvio, matematico-muy simpatico, que en persona parece el "gran hermano de aquel". Los gestos, el tono de voz, la risa y la expresion corporal en general me recuerdan a Juan de 10-11 anos...a ver que opinan? La foto de Juan es en Roma, el contexto, comun denominador...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3731360206370169551?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3731360206370169551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3731360206370169551' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3731360206370169551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3731360206370169551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/otra-publicacion-de-parecidos.html' title='Otra publicacion de parecidos'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SxGMsMG-6DI/AAAAAAAAFc8/FHkemx33aq0/s72-c/romas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3248169295838574901</id><published>2009-11-02T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:35:14.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family.'/><title type='text'>Halloween and Paldiski, by the banks, on Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zESCan6I/AAAAAAAAFbM/nCm9YOPj25A/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399590626894978978" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zESCan6I/AAAAAAAAFbM/nCm9YOPj25A/s320/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zEGrRnUI/AAAAAAAAFbE/lHu3nPybbOo/s1600-h/DSCN1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399590623845129538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zEGrRnUI/AAAAAAAAFbE/lHu3nPybbOo/s320/DSCN1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went for a walk away from the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zDhu6cRI/AAAAAAAAFa8/q4empk178-w/s1600-h/DSCN1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399590613928276242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zDhu6cRI/AAAAAAAAFa8/q4empk178-w/s320/DSCN1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And of course our CATS! The original by Kessler, from the Eastern Market, Washington DC, 1998 and the replica: Kyoko. She senses the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zDYJDHmI/AAAAAAAAFa0/rBUJO0OPgi8/s1600-h/DSCN1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399590611353542242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zDYJDHmI/AAAAAAAAFa0/rBUJO0OPgi8/s320/DSCN1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3248169295838574901?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3248169295838574901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3248169295838574901' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3248169295838574901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3248169295838574901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-and-paldisky-by-banks-on.html' title='Halloween and Paldiski, by the banks, on Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Su8zESCan6I/AAAAAAAAFbM/nCm9YOPj25A/s72-c/DSCN1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2426637090320061855</id><published>2009-10-28T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:36:23.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijos'/><title type='text'>La receta de las hojuelas desde el principio, por favor!</title><content type='html'>La quiero de las de verdad verdad, las que hacia Ligia hace 20 anos y las que probamos en la casa de los Reyes-Solarte en Cali una de tantas navidades. Si, se pueden hacer con pasta de hojaldre y azúcar pero yo quiero comenzar desde cero.  De pronto en otros 20 anos Juulia todavía se acuerda de ellas.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; DE PRONTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juulia se fue para donde Kersti anoche, con Epp. Dejo el teléfono, que de todos modos no se ha acordado de cargar en la ultima semana, la billetera que por que esta vacía, los documentos (student id para rebajas en todos lados, por ejemplo el spa a donde van hoy en Rakvere) por que se quedaron en un pantalón no identificado de la semana pasada, por que como ya indique, no usa la billetera,  el saco en pleno otoño, la cámara por que ni siquiera se acuerda de que la tiene a menos de que alguien se la coja, y llevo el cepillo de dientes (en la mano) por que Emil se lo recordó y se lo llevo hasta el carro! En la otra mano la plata que le dio el papa, la mochila medio colgada atrás quien sabe llena de que. Lo que lleve, seguramente nada de lo que realmente necesita, por lo mismo se le quede allá y vuelva manivacía a encontrarse con la cantaleta de siempre. No se entera de NADA! O mas bien no se quiere enterar. Yo si, por ejemplo que hace 9 meses tiene un libro de Mari Liis (vecina, amiga) y "después" ve a donde lo puso. Me entero por que otra niña me lo cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;Es normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;PD: &lt;/span&gt;Hice los fríjoles azules y me quedaron buenos! había botado unas semillas viejísimas que tenia de cilantro en el jardin y brotaron 3 escuálidas ramitas, que transplanté y pude usar después para 300g de pico de gallo. Se me terminó el cilantro y también la época para que sobreviva afuera. Ya esta haciendo mucho frío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SugdppKn4GI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/uX2n0oDv4zI/s1600-h/30August2009Ninos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SugdppKn4GI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/uX2n0oDv4zI/s320/30August2009Ninos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397596754665791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El 30 de agosto, el día en que llego Kioko, nos despedimos sin nostagia de las vacaciones, por que al día siguiente comenzaba el colegio. estaban aquí los Leipalu con su estudiante mexicano de intercambio (nótese en la foto) y los Joamets.&lt;/span&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/6355756113748274244-2426637090320061855?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2426637090320061855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2426637090320061855' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2426637090320061855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2426637090320061855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-receta-de-las-hojuelas-desde-el.html' title='La receta de las hojuelas desde el principio, por favor!'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SugdppKn4GI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/uX2n0oDv4zI/s72-c/30August2009Ninos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2291152528416572850</id><published>2009-09-30T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:42:06.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Septiembre'/><title type='text'>Septiembre, lo dicho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SsO0KnTL63I/AAAAAAAAFZM/T4hfMrN4qKE/s1600-h/mamm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SsO0KnTL63I/AAAAAAAAFZM/T4hfMrN4qKE/s320/mamm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387347673706392434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+ Trabajo en la universidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+ gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El mes mas complicado de cada ano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2291152528416572850?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2291152528416572850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2291152528416572850' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2291152528416572850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2291152528416572850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/09/septiembre-lo-dicho.html' title='Septiembre, lo dicho'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SsO0KnTL63I/AAAAAAAAFZM/T4hfMrN4qKE/s72-c/mamm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5798162307450226493</id><published>2009-09-10T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:47:18.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comida'/><title type='text'>Frijoles azules y rosados</title><content type='html'>Resulta que una vecina logro cultivar 4 plantas de frijoles y con orgullo compartio su producto con todo el barrio. El caso es que a nosotros nos correspondieron 15 vainas de granos enormes y azulados que pienso preparar como ella muy entusiasmada nos propuso a todos: Hirviendolos con sal y pimienta y ya esta. Sirviendolos como pasante tipo mani o pistacho. Quisiera tener una receta simple pero a prueba de errores para hacer frijoles antioquenos o bostonianos. La traduciria entonces a estonio y se la propondria a ella para mejorar esa iniciativa tan simple. Se hierven los frijoles con zanahoria, ajo, cebolla y un pedacito de carne y luego se le pone sal, hogao, tocineta y pimienta para servir? Que les falta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5798162307450226493?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5798162307450226493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5798162307450226493' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5798162307450226493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5798162307450226493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/09/frijoles-azules-y-rosados.html' title='Frijoles azules y rosados'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-536012595380513707</id><published>2009-08-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:18:41.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatos'/><title type='text'>Jaan sucumbio por completo</title><content type='html'>Tenemos gato. Es oficial. Blanca, flaca, y segundo plato. La gata gris de patas amarillas HERMOSA que teniamos reservada se fue a otra casa y aprovechando el desconsuelo de su papa, Juulia se trajo a "Kyoko" a quien ella promete devocion constante. No quiero pelos por toda la casa, ni malos olores, ni gatos machos maullando en las ventanas, ni ratoncitos en la entrada de la casa, ni la primera camada en 7 meses, y mucho menos rasgunos en los muebles o matas arrancadas de raiz de las materas. La advertencia es clara: si no se ocupan, kyoko se va al garage, irremediablemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta no pudo ser :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SovuITMVyLI/AAAAAAAAFVc/bGR8iHNmuEk/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SovuITMVyLI/AAAAAAAAFVc/bGR8iHNmuEk/s320/IMG_3661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371648806927845554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-536012595380513707?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/536012595380513707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=536012595380513707' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/536012595380513707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/536012595380513707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/jaan-sucumbio-por-completo.html' title='Jaan sucumbio por completo'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SovuITMVyLI/AAAAAAAAFVc/bGR8iHNmuEk/s72-c/IMG_3661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1177138914403238315</id><published>2009-07-31T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:28:37.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oido por ahi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leido'/><title type='text'>Lo lei en el blog de alguien que lo escucho en un bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se llama clubazul: "Pero cómo van a cuadrar las cosas si el mundo es redondo, hombre..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SnNQRBURO6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/42B08kstjws/s1600-h/139.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SnNQRBURO6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/42B08kstjws/s320/139.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364719834469841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Los creditos&lt;a href="http://ssestonia.blogspot.com/2009/06/modern-art.html"&gt; AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-1177138914403238315?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1177138914403238315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1177138914403238315' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1177138914403238315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1177138914403238315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-lei-en-el-blog-de-alguien-que-lo.html' title='Lo lei en el blog de alguien que lo escucho en un bus'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SnNQRBURO6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/42B08kstjws/s72-c/139.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3311116552328181519</id><published>2009-07-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:50:24.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joonas.'/><title type='text'>Los 4 años de Joonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por fin cariñoso con la mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmtfvsfaoaI/AAAAAAAAFLk/1oyHqTY2q68/s1600-h/IMG_3502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmtfvsfaoaI/AAAAAAAAFLk/1oyHqTY2q68/s320/IMG_3502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485054316126626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3311116552328181519?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3311116552328181519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3311116552328181519' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3311116552328181519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3311116552328181519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-4-anos-de-joonas.html' title='Los 4 años de Joonas'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmtfvsfaoaI/AAAAAAAAFLk/1oyHqTY2q68/s72-c/IMG_3502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1538449964077648905</id><published>2009-07-25T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:52:21.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verano'/><title type='text'>Verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cerezas y las &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ribes_nigrum"&gt;grosellas negras&lt;/a&gt; (las de la foto borrosa) estan listas. Haremos mermeladas y muffins este fin de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sms3bDtl6gI/AAAAAAAAFKg/4dhrF_VbQCI/s1600-h/IMG_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sms3bDtl6gI/AAAAAAAAFKg/4dhrF_VbQCI/s320/IMG_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440719307237890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sms3bMMUTbI/AAAAAAAAFKY/ia0dsfn39pM/s1600-h/IMG_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sms3bMMUTbI/AAAAAAAAFKY/ia0dsfn39pM/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440721583590834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-1538449964077648905?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1538449964077648905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1538449964077648905' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1538449964077648905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1538449964077648905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/07/verano.html' title='Verano'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sms3bDtl6gI/AAAAAAAAFKg/4dhrF_VbQCI/s72-c/IMG_3484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-355334101951177939</id><published>2009-07-17T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:32:32.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos de Juulia'/><title type='text'>Juulia siempre toma fotos asi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSaJ6PxXI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8k6dtwNX3Uc/s1600-h/DSCN0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSaJ6PxXI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8k6dtwNX3Uc/s400/DSCN0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359374165861188978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSbZ9QPGI/AAAAAAAAFFo/uOsyvmi3QmI/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSbZ9QPGI/AAAAAAAAFFo/uOsyvmi3QmI/s400/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359374187348638818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSa9UoQjI/AAAAAAAAFFg/EBDas6pvH1Q/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSa9UoQjI/AAAAAAAAFFg/EBDas6pvH1Q/s400/DSC01118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359374179662053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSasEeW7I/AAAAAAAAFFY/qQfeqO0r2AI/s1600-h/DSCN0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSasEeW7I/AAAAAAAAFFY/qQfeqO0r2AI/s400/DSCN0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359374175030893490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purtse, en la finca de Kersti  y la playa de Vääna Jõesuu con Yvonne sus hijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-355334101951177939?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/355334101951177939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=355334101951177939' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/355334101951177939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/355334101951177939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/07/juulia-siempre-toma-fotos-asi.html' title='Juulia siempre toma fotos asi'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SmBSaJ6PxXI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8k6dtwNX3Uc/s72-c/DSCN0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7740427530267530560</id><published>2009-07-03T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:15:59.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagenes'/><title type='text'>Con gripa veraniega</title><content type='html'>Sin innovación, me adhiero a una idea que encontré en&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mousenotebook.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-01-19T17%3A30%3A00Z&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt; mousenotebook&lt;/a&gt; para crear un mosaico de imagenes que respondieran a las siguientes preguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nombre favorito&lt;br /&gt;2. Comida favorita&lt;br /&gt;3. Colegio/escuela/facultad&lt;br /&gt;4. Color favorito&lt;br /&gt;5. Celebridad (que a uno le encante)&lt;br /&gt;6. Bebida favorita&lt;br /&gt;7. vacaciones ideales&lt;br /&gt;8. Postre predilecto&lt;br /&gt;9. Que quieres ser de mayor?&lt;br /&gt;10. Lo que mas quieres&lt;br /&gt;11. Una palabra que te describa&lt;br /&gt;12. El apodo de flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretiene y produce resultados interesantes, como siempre con una de las herramientas mas utilizada de la red: &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://bighugelabs.com/mosaic.php"&gt;Mosaic maker.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis respuestas en grafico asi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sk3UnpBclTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/4E6ldHQa6BU/s1600-h/mosaico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sk3UnpBclTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/4E6ldHQa6BU/s400/mosaico.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354169309505295666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emoitas/1604194907/"&gt;Amália Rodrigues - Autografo da Rainha do Fado&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/binah06/3250380199/"&gt;Cuts of Meat- Beef&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/translucid/5132991/"&gt;Hertzl watching Hertzlia&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anuwintschalek/3597075661/"&gt;Portselanipood&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ekai/457004988/"&gt;Mountain Lion Safety&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/desideria/529505268/"&gt;threesome morning dew&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/valeriolanci/2851747048/"&gt;Aspettando il Cavaliere...&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25747229@N00/1737425906/"&gt;Tropical Fruit - Durian Flowers in Bloom&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cico72b/928278278/"&gt;happy people highlighted in green&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kohara/79431587/"&gt;Deep Sea Food Chain - Bruce Mahalski&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/regolare/791385521/"&gt;think&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12227776@N03/1256182829/in/set-72157601715286738/"&gt;Condiciones de Privacidad: Nulas. Cabo Finisterra, Galicia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7740427530267530560?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7740427530267530560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7740427530267530560' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7740427530267530560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7740427530267530560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/07/con-gripa-veraniega.html' title='Con gripa veraniega'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Sk3UnpBclTI/AAAAAAAAFAI/4E6ldHQa6BU/s72-c/mosaico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-93120659513609255</id><published>2009-06-16T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:44:29.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera/Verano 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabasalu'/><title type='text'>Primavera/verano 2009. Tabasalu, Estonia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL3g1vTTI/AAAAAAAAEmc/Ai3eHMSjhBc/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL3g1vTTI/AAAAAAAAEmc/Ai3eHMSjhBc/s320/DSCN0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347826499605974322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL3wnYOCI/AAAAAAAAEmk/1YQ46Tm_kEI/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL3wnYOCI/AAAAAAAAEmk/1YQ46Tm_kEI/s320/DSCN0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347826503840708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4wAfoAI/AAAAAAAAEm8/na8Bw-O3kJk/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4wAfoAI/AAAAAAAAEm8/na8Bw-O3kJk/s320/DSCN0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347826520857485314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4sqQ4eI/AAAAAAAAEm0/NIvhvfS-OYE/s1600-h/DSCN0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4sqQ4eI/AAAAAAAAEm0/NIvhvfS-OYE/s320/DSCN0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347826519958938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4fYOddI/AAAAAAAAEms/8Jd97EyJtbA/s1600-h/DSCN0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL4fYOddI/AAAAAAAAEms/8Jd97EyJtbA/s320/DSCN0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347826516393620946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En orden de aparicion: Emil, Liisi, Oliver, Joonas, Timothy, Jacky, Juulia, Marit, Liisi, Mariliis, Enel, AnneGrette, Joonas, Jaan, saga, Anna, Emil, Juulia y Maimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-93120659513609255?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/93120659513609255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=93120659513609255' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/93120659513609255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/93120659513609255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/06/primaveraverano-2009-tabasalu-estonia.html' title='Primavera/verano 2009. Tabasalu, Estonia.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjdL3g1vTTI/AAAAAAAAEmc/Ai3eHMSjhBc/s72-c/DSCN0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-8908655193095370735</id><published>2009-06-15T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:54:29.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><title type='text'>Simplemente viendo el agua correr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1ctz61HI/AAAAAAAAEkk/2K2Mj0yfqMI/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1ctz61HI/AAAAAAAAEkk/2K2Mj0yfqMI/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347520374999012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1dmQCjYI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Lo_y8HTK-fQ/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1dCUIkRI/AAAAAAAAEks/DW05wEtW3bw/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1dCUIkRI/AAAAAAAAEks/DW05wEtW3bw/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347520380502839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1dmQCjYI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Lo_y8HTK-fQ/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1dmQCjYI/AAAAAAAAEk0/Lo_y8HTK-fQ/s320/DSCN0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347520390149344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mas pudo haber sido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-8908655193095370735?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8908655193095370735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=8908655193095370735' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8908655193095370735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8908655193095370735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplemente-viendo-el-agua-correr.html' title='Simplemente viendo el agua correr...'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjY1ctz61HI/AAAAAAAAEkk/2K2Mj0yfqMI/s72-c/DSCN0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-4974665603562341184</id><published>2009-06-11T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:35:24.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><title type='text'>A la edad de Joonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjCzkxjKWEI/AAAAAAAAEkE/cJy8U5Pyc_w/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjCzkxjKWEI/AAAAAAAAEkE/cJy8U5Pyc_w/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345970202046257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E igual de feliz. Los 4 son los anos de una asumida independencia, sin responsabilidades o preocupaciones. La edad ideal?&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/6355756113748274244-4974665603562341184?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4974665603562341184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=4974665603562341184' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4974665603562341184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/4974665603562341184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-edad-de-joonas.html' title='A la edad de Joonas'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SjCzkxjKWEI/AAAAAAAAEkE/cJy8U5Pyc_w/s72-c/DSCN0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3588204202607686793</id><published>2009-03-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:10:20.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medellin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colombia'/><title type='text'>After a very long trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/ScvghH0qCwI/AAAAAAAAEdw/qnMzJNp4i7o/s1600-h/DSCN0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/ScvghH0qCwI/AAAAAAAAEdw/qnMzJNp4i7o/s320/DSCN0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317590644681214722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvgg3ogAII/AAAAAAAAEdo/3Ah-VE6CZTs/s1600-h/DSCN0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvgg3ogAII/AAAAAAAAEdo/3Ah-VE6CZTs/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317590640335257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home. The new apartment is surrounded by a huge bamboo plantation and eucalipts of all heights. Two of them, by our windows,  reach the seventh floor of the building.  I am trying to photograph the parrots that fly around with no success. What a colorful country,  and how friendly people one finds here everywhere. I tend to forget time and again, but it is in a way good because each visit this courtesy and warmth of people surprise me. Wishing Jaan and Emil here as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvggol73QI/AAAAAAAAEdg/_fassoXt8gY/s1600-h/DSCN0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvggol73QI/AAAAAAAAEdg/_fassoXt8gY/s320/DSCN0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317590636297968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvgf7kSyEI/AAAAAAAAEdY/k1vq5yHX9t0/s1600-h/DSCN0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/Scvgf7kSyEI/AAAAAAAAEdY/k1vq5yHX9t0/s320/DSCN0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317590624211486786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-3588204202607686793?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3588204202607686793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3588204202607686793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3588204202607686793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3588204202607686793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-very-long-trip.html' title='After a very long trip'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/ScvghH0qCwI/AAAAAAAAEdw/qnMzJNp4i7o/s72-c/DSCN0706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1449706578215345749</id><published>2009-03-13T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:13:27.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Lo que nunca me paso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Que me pararan en cuaquier lado para decirme lo hermosa que "era". A Juulia si, en el colegio, ayer. Lleva los anos que tiene siendo opacada por sus hermanos y senalada por su pelo, ojos, piel, color, altura, flacura y todo lo demas y a ella es a la que le dicen esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;En la cafeteria del colegio, sola como siempre, esperando un vaso de leche se vio rodeada por 6 ninas de onceavo. Entro en panico y no pudo sino oir vagamente la voz amable de una de ellas diciendole que la habian visto mucho por los pasillos del colegio y les parecia her-mo-sa. Lo mas sorprendente es que pasara precisamente en Estonia. Todavia esta contenta, y yo por ella. Todos necesitamos estimulo, aunque parezca surgir de una frivolidad asi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay sol, al fin, primaveral. Fuimos a patinar al casco antiguo hace una semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SboUqkV8RgI/AAAAAAAAEcU/JPE7W5Cvq70/s1600-h/SNB10382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SboUqkV8RgI/AAAAAAAAEcU/JPE7W5Cvq70/s400/SNB10382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312581431979689474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SboVT5yNtAI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ZFamBolcDWU/s1600-h/SNB10383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SboVT5yNtAI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ZFamBolcDWU/s400/SNB10383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312582142110053378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-1449706578215345749?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1449706578215345749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1449706578215345749' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1449706578215345749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1449706578215345749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/lo-que-nunca-me-paso.html' title='Lo que nunca me paso'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SboUqkV8RgI/AAAAAAAAEcU/JPE7W5Cvq70/s72-c/SNB10382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5680199108549068105</id><published>2009-03-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:55:32.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>There are more than 30 ways to say LOVE in Arabic</title><content type='html'>I read it somewhere, together with a good proverb: "cruelty is the only strenght of cowardice"&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way in English and in its strict meaning. Also only one in Spanish: LOVE; AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of azahar and the taste of any acomplishment. As unrelated remark as this might seem it is the instant´s truth.&lt;br /&gt;It is snow white outside, the winter sales are over, though. No skis-skying this year. I have to mention here -it has a place in every weblog and decent publication available- that I aknowledge the time of economic crisis we are living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SHdrsvH72MI/AAAAAAAACyk/6dM-RlL3rBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SHdrsvH72MI/AAAAAAAACyk/6dM-RlL3rBQ/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221760709267544258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Day planner" or agenda basque style. A photo taken in Lekeito, last Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5680199108549068105?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5680199108549068105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5680199108549068105' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5680199108549068105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5680199108549068105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-more-than-30-ways-to-say-love.html' title='There are more than 30 ways to say LOVE in Arabic'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SHdrsvH72MI/AAAAAAAACyk/6dM-RlL3rBQ/s72-c/IMG_2900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5053199289223160667</id><published>2009-03-10T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:40:47.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parecidos'/><title type='text'>El mismo aire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SYQ0kscgnAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/-1ZhVnFahH0/s1600-h/atrixapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SYQ0kscgnAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/-1ZhVnFahH0/s320/atrixapril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297416866705218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SYQ0kjnpp-I/AAAAAAAAEYc/YLubDm8ngQM/s1600-h/victoriaabril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SYQ0kjnpp-I/AAAAAAAAEYc/YLubDm8ngQM/s320/victoriaabril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297416864336029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MARIAC%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MARIAC%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MARIAC%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay fotos en que parecen mucho mas que desconocidas, estas son las unicas que he podido conseguir. Victoria Abril y Beatrix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5053199289223160667?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5053199289223160667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5053199289223160667' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5053199289223160667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5053199289223160667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-mismo-aire.html' title='El mismo aire.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SYQ0kscgnAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/-1ZhVnFahH0/s72-c/atrixapril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-8954371080442806669</id><published>2009-01-26T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:24:03.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cumpleaños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas'/><title type='text'>JUAN FELIPE; Muchos mas que 13.</title><content type='html'>Hoy comienza el año del BUEY(OX) de acuerdo al calendario Chino astrológico. En el primer dia del año 4707 cumple tambien años JF. Puede pasar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que los celebremos muchas veces mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="style14" align="center"&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/nintendo/links/1368145" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1300000/Zelda-Twighlight-Princess-cake-nintendo-1368145-357-500.jpg" alt="Zelda Twighlight Princess cake" width="357" border="0" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;www.fanpop.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-8954371080442806669?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8954371080442806669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=8954371080442806669' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8954371080442806669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8954371080442806669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/juan-felipe-muchos-mas-que-13.html' title='JUAN FELIPE; Muchos mas que 13.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7068429287876354589</id><published>2009-01-21T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:00:17.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><title type='text'>Emil; 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SXgZLzCUw1I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/S9XQZTXlN38/s1600-h/emil13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SXgZLzCUw1I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/S9XQZTXlN38/s320/emil13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009052443231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sepa lo bueno que es cuando se lo permite. Es bueno. Que use su talento, que la agudeza mental no esconda por completo esa inocencia que no comprendo como mantiene. Que siga creyendo en lo que lo mantiene ilusionado, aunque sea a traves de su confianza en mi. Espero que ahora que cree que sabe lo que quiere al menos lo que inevitablemente decida sea una acertada eleccion. Ya no puedo imponerle nada. Quiero que tenga buenos amigos y sobretodo que sepa que aceptando lo que es va a estar mas contento. Insisto: que no se le olvide quien es, que se quiera como lo queremos todos los que lo conocemos. Emil es un tesoro. Adolescente con ilimitado apetito por el chocolate y los quesos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7068429287876354589?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7068429287876354589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7068429287876354589' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7068429287876354589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7068429287876354589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/emil-13.html' title='Emil; 13'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SXgZLzCUw1I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/S9XQZTXlN38/s72-c/emil13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5049304109565505010</id><published>2009-01-21T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:15:22.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Rotundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que todos mas o menos percibimos. Si tienen 21 minutos, vale la pena verlo y pensarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.es/googleplayer.swf?docid=-5645724531418649230&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5049304109565505010?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5049304109565505010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5049304109565505010' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5049304109565505010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5049304109565505010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/rotundo-pero-inquientante.html' title='Rotundo'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5748819649336934763</id><published>2008-12-31T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:52:55.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbapapa'/><title type='text'>Barbapapa</title><content type='html'>Una nueva obsesion. La cancion, al menos. A todos nos encanta! Tal vez Joonas pronuncia las rrrs asi por el frances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ax8nJqh2P2o&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ax8nJqh2P2o&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBAPAPA&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/6355756113748274244-5748819649336934763?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5748819649336934763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5748819649336934763' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5748819649336934763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5748819649336934763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbapapa.html' title='Barbapapa'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1941703062915412748</id><published>2008-12-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:05:53.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijos'/><title type='text'>Otro recomendado por Emil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E6KHFNxaI4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E6KHFNxaI4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiere ir a Espana. Posible regalo de cumpleanos.&lt;br /&gt;Emil&lt;br /&gt;1,74cms/12 anos/calza 42 y cree. Enorme pero creyente. Credulo? Candidez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-1941703062915412748?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1941703062915412748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1941703062915412748' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1941703062915412748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1941703062915412748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/otro-recomendado-por-emil.html' title='Otro recomendado por Emil'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-9124225802612035387</id><published>2008-11-17T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:49:04.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatos'/><title type='text'>Reporte de actividades</title><content type='html'>Quien iba a decir que yo hablaria de gatos alguna vez en mi vida? Tebeo De Hilary Price, del ya conocido URL Rhymeswith the orange, un poquito borrosa pero conceptualmente clara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAT-AT-WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEvWB2DdYI/AAAAAAAAETU/FYwi-XqXO4c/s1600-h/catatwork.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEvWB2DdYI/AAAAAAAAETU/FYwi-XqXO4c/s320/catatwork.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545094498973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ademas de eso nada, no hay nada nuevo. Al contrario, me sorprendio que despues de tantos dias, meses, hijos, paises, discusiones y cansancios este senor todavia me dedique miradas. No dice nunca nada, pero me mira a mi sola (y al gato!) asi como yo se y entiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no lo miro tanto, pero le digo, digo siempre todo.&lt;br /&gt;Distintos. A mi los gatos no me llaman la atencion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEqMpIZFdI/AAAAAAAAETM/O-Um8aYbVSo/s1600-h/jaan17nov.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEqMpIZFdI/AAAAAAAAETM/O-Um8aYbVSo/s320/jaan17nov.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269539435688039890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEqMQU7SlI/AAAAAAAAETE/LSieJVDU_gU/s1600-h/SNB10154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEqMQU7SlI/AAAAAAAAETE/LSieJVDU_gU/s320/SNB10154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269539429029726802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Täpi es de los vecinos pero la que le gusta es mi casa. Tenemos que pasar la tarde con ella por que asi lo exige categoricamente. Emil y Jaan son los personajes de la familia a los que prefiere. A Juulia y a mi nos acepta como parte del mobiliario y a Joonas todavia no le da confianzas por que sabe que es la mascota principal de la familia. Comprension jerarquica. Intuicion felina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-9124225802612035387?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/9124225802612035387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=9124225802612035387' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9124225802612035387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9124225802612035387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/11/reporte-de-actividades.html' title='Reporte de actividades'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SSEvWB2DdYI/AAAAAAAAETU/FYwi-XqXO4c/s72-c/catatwork.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2034389395594499263</id><published>2008-09-29T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:07:31.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caciones infantiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pecos bill'/><title type='text'>Lo que a "uno" le cantaba la mama, o mas bien al uno, a JF</title><content type='html'>Version "original"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHw-Ak1M_ZQ"&gt;PECOS BILL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la version bizarra de los ultimos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYSzKYFSxqI"&gt;PECOS BILL 200+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendada por EMIL y de lo mejor de Calamaro, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=7E6KHFNxaI4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FLACA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-2034389395594499263?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2034389395594499263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2034389395594499263' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2034389395594499263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2034389395594499263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/09/lo-que-uno-le-cantaba-la-mama-o-mas.html' title='Lo que a &quot;uno&quot; le cantaba la mama, o mas bien al uno, a JF'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-365861801361089346</id><published>2008-07-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:26.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galicia. Julio2008. Viajes. Joonas Joosep'/><title type='text'>Los colores de Galicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTElsV0zI/AAAAAAAAC2U/BUC2bGs6G0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTElsV0zI/AAAAAAAAC2U/BUC2bGs6G0Y/s200/IMG_3038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227433499540443954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEnIa5pI/AAAAAAAAC2c/F-AYVi875Q8/s1600-h/IMG_3033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEnIa5pI/AAAAAAAAC2c/F-AYVi875Q8/s200/IMG_3033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227433499926652562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEed24YI/AAAAAAAAC2M/_Q_eyFolpBs/s1600-h/IMG_3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEed24YI/AAAAAAAAC2M/_Q_eyFolpBs/s200/IMG_3030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227433497600647554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuUTjLTO5I/AAAAAAAAC2s/1SJvXH-uFDo/s1600-h/IMG_3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuUTjLTO5I/AAAAAAAAC2s/1SJvXH-uFDo/s200/IMG_3045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227434856074656658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTFCrJ12I/AAAAAAAAC2k/UpHI1xOx97s/s1600-h/IMG_3034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTFCrJ12I/AAAAAAAAC2k/UpHI1xOx97s/s200/IMG_3034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227433507320092514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEAlirMI/AAAAAAAAC2E/6l85gLFcaIA/s1600-h/IMG_3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTEAlirMI/AAAAAAAAC2E/6l85gLFcaIA/s200/IMG_3022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227433489579814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuUT6bIUNI/AAAAAAAAC20/WTXKQkUdmRY/s1600-h/IMG_3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuUT6bIUNI/AAAAAAAAC20/WTXKQkUdmRY/s200/IMG_3046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227434862315065554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joonas crece y crece y habla proporcionalmente. Todo lo tiene "claro": &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;YO:&lt;/span&gt; Hola mimo! ¿Nadaste en la Piscina como en la playa la semana pasada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;EL: &lt;/span&gt;No, en la piscina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;n'ay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hicopancos&lt;/span&gt; y en la playa no me "echo" al agua asi, mami, mamiii-ii-ii a-sí: (Gesticulado, poco articulado). Es que....mmmhhhmmm....no &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; entendo mami-mami, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happla&lt;/span&gt; mejor tú!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Siempre me dice mami-mamiii-iii-iii. Aveces agobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-365861801361089346?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/365861801361089346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=365861801361089346' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/365861801361089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/365861801361089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/07/los-colores-de-galicia.html' title='Los colores de Galicia'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SIuTElsV0zI/AAAAAAAAC2U/BUC2bGs6G0Y/s72-c/IMG_3038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-2847036006539307773</id><published>2008-07-25T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:31:09.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Oldie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mixed with the webgadgets available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net/photo/4f9d50037073d9c8/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dumpr.net/static/f4/4f9d50037073d9c8_s.jpg" alt="Art Museum" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net/museumr.php"&gt;Museum&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net/"&gt;dumpr.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTY5OTUxNTk3OTQmcHQ9MTIxNjk5NTgyNjUxOSZwPTg1NjUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beacuse the picture is really, really old; a museum piece.&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/6355756113748274244-2847036006539307773?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2847036006539307773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=2847036006539307773' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2847036006539307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/2847036006539307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/07/oldie.html' title='Oldie'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1900656084057693263</id><published>2008-07-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:41:10.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clasicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia. Joonas'/><title type='text'>KRTEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;A cute "oldie" from the former Republic of &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czechoslovakia"&gt;Czechoslovakia&lt;/a&gt; that drives Joonas crazy. His obsesion reaches top level when after watching the same episode 5 times per day during more than a week he still wakes up in the morning and his first words translate a sleepy request for "AT LEAST" 1 minute of "&lt;a href="http://www.spanishdict.com/translate/topo"&gt;topo&lt;/a&gt;" or "mutionu" before getting dressed to go to the kindergarden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;We got to know it because it was Jaan´s personal favorite as well in the late 60s. He was nostalgic-he wanted to share his memories with his children-he looked it up in YOUTUBE and he found it! Joonas and Jaan really bond while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAtLjJwLrHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAtLjJwLrHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love ribbons. &lt;a href="http://www.ribbonsandcrafts.com/main_eng.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are simply fantastic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-1900656084057693263?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1900656084057693263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1900656084057693263' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1900656084057693263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1900656084057693263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/07/krtek.html' title='KRTEK'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6123531184864598103</id><published>2008-07-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:27.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segovia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas de Casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><title type='text'>VERANO DEL 2008</title><content type='html'>No pasa nada durante el verano, no pasa nada por mi mente en blanco. El sopor del ambiente es irremediable. Los niños están en la casa, ya no habrá mas visitas y la mudanza es lo único significativo que se avecina. Entre las cosas de todos los días un dolor de pie, la despedida formal de Jaan (recepción que tuvo lugar hoy no se a que horas pero si a cuantos grados de temperatura: 38 Celcius), mi mama esta en su ultimo tramo del viaje por Europa en la casa de Carolina y JF, me ha contactado una hija de mi papa a la que probablemente necesitare llamar hermana, por que en sentido estricto eso es (aunque describe a mi papa de una forma que me induce seriamente a pensar que no se trataba del mismo hombre), recibí la propuesta de un trabajo que me interesa y tomé muy poquitas fotos. Sin claridad mental por el calor que me agobia dejo esta entrada así, tal cual. Por que abandonar el proyecto de este blog me cuesta mas que seguirlo. Al menos por el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una foto de Emil, un logro geométrico que no "logro" descifrar. Es que es una foto Alfred Escher, o no? Se trata del palacio de Segovia, el Alcazar, donde Isabel la Católica se auto coronó como la reina de Castilla y León eso si al escondido de Fernando. Es que esto de hacer las cosas al escondido del marido es una constante histórica. O al revés, no, no una inconstante, sino hacer las cosas al escondido de la mujer. Es una ilusión óptica bien lograda (creo que accidental), refuerza e ilustra una noción que contemplo asumir y es la de que las verdades humanas son simplemente la bizarra verbalización de la percepción del que relata. La verdad se convierte entonces en ficción pura y simple. Maquinacion humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SGpd0Op5i3I/AAAAAAAACw0/0HXg1coHDRM/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SGpd0Op5i3I/AAAAAAAACw0/0HXg1coHDRM/s400/IMG_2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218086270130555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-6123531184864598103?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6123531184864598103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6123531184864598103' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6123531184864598103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6123531184864598103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/07/verano-del-2008.html' title='VERANO DEL 2008'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SGpd0Op5i3I/AAAAAAAACw0/0HXg1coHDRM/s72-c/IMG_2974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1678970343603702826</id><published>2008-06-09T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:27.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>En España, con la abueladeemil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINCHON; Restaurante las Bodegas del Vino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SE2MnIGQ5EI/AAAAAAAACv8/vLXzRVPpJMU/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SE2MnIGQ5EI/AAAAAAAACv8/vLXzRVPpJMU/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209974947754075202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-1678970343603702826?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1678970343603702826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1678970343603702826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1678970343603702826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1678970343603702826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-tallinn-con-la-abueladeemil.html' title='En España, con la abueladeemil'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SE2MnIGQ5EI/AAAAAAAACv8/vLXzRVPpJMU/s72-c/IMG_2888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7452163695055531902</id><published>2008-05-15T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:27.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manualidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas de Casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bordados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ensayos'/><title type='text'>Trial. Stitching pillowcases. Prueba de bordado en fundas No.1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We will be crossing Europe from Madrid, departing tomorrow to Tallinn. Back on the second week of June! Will try to master the art of IRONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Salimos de Madrid a Tallinn mañana, y reporto de vuelta la segunda semana de Junio. Mientras tanto ensayaré el misterioso arte del planchado de fundas de almohada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi primera incursion en el mundo del bordado dio como resultado estas fundas. Una para Emil, otra para Juulia. Mummi Troll y las Hatifnatid o chispitas de electricidad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCxAgy_cz5I/AAAAAAAACuc/nAuJKWFNe4A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCxAgy_cz5I/AAAAAAAACuc/nAuJKWFNe4A/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200602601893973906" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCxAfy_cz4I/AAAAAAAACuU/i00wE3TDMg8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCxAfy_cz4I/AAAAAAAACuU/i00wE3TDMg8/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200602584714104706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mal planchadas o mejor aun, imposibles de planchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These pillowcases as unbelievable it might seem have been "carefully ironed." I can only conclude that they will never be completely flat. I really can´t imagine why they are still so wrinkly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7452163695055531902?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7452163695055531902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7452163695055531902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7452163695055531902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7452163695055531902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/05/trial-stitching-pillowcases-prueba-de.html' title='Trial. Stitching pillowcases. Prueba de bordado en fundas No.1.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCxAgy_cz5I/AAAAAAAACuc/nAuJKWFNe4A/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5102922195615166378</id><published>2008-05-10T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:27.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Data'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>No se molesten en comprar libritos de SUDOKU, no hay que pelear por los SUDOKUS del periódico, aqui los puedes generar todos en tres pasos.</title><content type='html'>Registro, verificacion de cuenta y busqueda: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://www.pdfpad.com/sudoku/"&gt;SUDOKUS&lt;/a&gt; para que mantengamos la mente activa. There is no better braintraining, although the DS light version is not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La gripa ronda mi casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCrwDy_cz3I/AAAAAAAACuM/j_nViOMFMh8/s1600-h/385px-TB_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCrwDy_cz3I/AAAAAAAACuM/j_nViOMFMh8/s200/385px-TB_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200232667770834802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La foto de este &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;póster&lt;/span&gt; es tan rosada que me hace pensar en Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Martyr Patricio Clito Ruiz y Picasso. Un señor ciertamente muy conocido...&lt;br /&gt;Picasso y su primer gran amor entre los muchos que tuvo, Fernande Olivier aka Amelie Lang (suena a chino o a estonio, no?), adoptaron a Raymonde, una huérfana de 13 años que la mujer decidió reintegrar al orfanato a pesar de la manifiesta oposición que el pintor expresó al respecto. Amelie era negligente y descuidada, tampoco se sentía enternecida por una niña que la limitaba  y le imponía tantas responsabilidades. Hasta este momento, en plena composición de la famosa obra &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Demoiselles_d%27Avignon"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Les Demoiselles d'Avignon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que le pertenece hoy a la colección del Museo de Arte Moderno de Nueva york, y constituye una de sus insignias mas importantes (Especialmente desde que Guernika ya no esta entre sus haberes), Picasso vivió su &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Período Rosa&lt;/span&gt;. Las señoritas de Avignon marcan el inicio del pre-cubismo y el final de la relación entre aquellos personajes. Amelie murió en 1966 y el pintor, como casi todos sabemos en 1973.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5102922195615166378?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5102922195615166378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5102922195615166378' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5102922195615166378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5102922195615166378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-se-molesten-en-comprar-libritos-de.html' title='No se molesten en comprar libritos de SUDOKU, no hay que pelear por los SUDOKUS del periódico, aqui los puedes generar todos en tres pasos.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SCrwDy_cz3I/AAAAAAAACuM/j_nViOMFMh8/s72-c/385px-TB_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7277958472148278528</id><published>2008-04-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:14:53.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papiroflexia'/><title type='text'>Paperfolding. Origami.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.howcast.com/videos/2821-How-To-Make-an-Origami-Wedding-Dress"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is a lovely tutorial made by a 10 year old. It is narrated in Japanese, requires patience, five minutes and twenty five seconds of your time and a little bit of imagination because she is only as clear as a 10 year old can be. At the end you will learn to make a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAPER&lt;/span&gt; wedding dress that looks really fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7277958472148278528?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7277958472148278528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7277958472148278528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7277958472148278528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7277958472148278528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/04/paperfolding-origami.html' title='Paperfolding. Origami.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6534155225631614103</id><published>2008-04-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:28.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagenes'/><title type='text'>Se quienes pero no donde o cuando</title><content type='html'>1. Una mamá feliz. Margarita Ricardo con Margarita y Gloria Vásquez. Las dos primeras hijas. La foto podría ser de 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Centro de Medellín Margarita y Elida Ricardo. Hermanas. Debe ser en los 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Son ya 3, por lo que pudo haber sido tomada en 1952 o incluso después...Margarita Ricardo, Gloria, Beatriz y Margarita Vásquez R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Una imagen que simplemente le sale a todo esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBMvmfe7XhI/AAAAAAAACro/DIgYHAU53z8/s1600-h/vieja1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBMvmfe7XhI/AAAAAAAACro/DIgYHAU53z8/s400/vieja1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193547133621067282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBMvnPe7XiI/AAAAAAAACrw/e8PNRAuX8Z8/s1600-h/vieja5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBMvnPe7XiI/AAAAAAAACrw/e8PNRAuX8Z8/s400/vieja5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193547146505969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBRGMPe7XjI/AAAAAAAACr4/_yTjiG-xEyY/s1600-h/babyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBRGMPe7XjI/AAAAAAAACr4/_yTjiG-xEyY/s400/babyfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193853446393650738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-6534155225631614103?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6534155225631614103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6534155225631614103' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6534155225631614103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6534155225631614103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/04/se-quienes-pero-no-donde-o-cuando.html' title='Se quienes pero no donde o cuando'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SBMvmfe7XhI/AAAAAAAACro/DIgYHAU53z8/s72-c/vieja1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6050533842979923807</id><published>2008-04-18T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:28.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The family as we know it started here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SAh552gDEZI/AAAAAAAACrY/7aC4PZUHNOk/s1600-h/abueloyvieja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SAh552gDEZI/AAAAAAAACrY/7aC4PZUHNOk/s400/abueloyvieja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190532605333934482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-6050533842979923807?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6050533842979923807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6050533842979923807' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6050533842979923807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6050533842979923807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-as-we-know-it-started-here.html' title='The family as we know it started here'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SAh552gDEZI/AAAAAAAACrY/7aC4PZUHNOk/s72-c/abueloyvieja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3064519575399838425</id><published>2008-04-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:28.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intereses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infancia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recuerdos'/><title type='text'>Las tijeras de ZIGZAG. Mosaico de Flickr.</title><content type='html'>Eran para mi, son mías pero no las tengo. Para nadie son importantes.&lt;br /&gt;La vieja cosía sin mucho interés y en cambio yo lo puse todo. había estado esperando mis tijeras  33 anos cuando supe que ya no estaban en la casa, y siguen perdidas entre otras cosas de las irrelevantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estuvimos otra vez en los jardines del palacio de Aranjuez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SASfDmgDEWI/AAAAAAAACrA/4bYRhBmbzd4/s1600-h/SNB10045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SASfDmgDEWI/AAAAAAAACrA/4bYRhBmbzd4/s400/SNB10045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189447554861044066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas de mis favoritas de Flickr con los respectivos creditos debajo. Los espacios en blanco corresponden a fotos que su autor no quiere compartir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SAdHk2gDEYI/AAAAAAAACrQ/7zu_GGZG6Cg/s1600-h/mosaic8959379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SAdHk2gDEYI/AAAAAAAACrQ/7zu_GGZG6Cg/s400/mosaic8959379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190195793998582146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/91223238@N00/2175943982/"&gt;January 7  ::  rain coat&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/66003630@N00/1965080082/"&gt;origami_sun&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/7471420@N04/2015389644/"&gt;Vintage Russian Christmas Postcard&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/23605640@N00/2108637540/"&gt;mini.hug#43&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/23605640@N00/157848916/"&gt;Encomenda... Order...&lt;/a&gt;, 6. 7. 8. 9. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/31194668@N00/334906452/"&gt;Majorelle Gardens in Marrakech&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/93096510@N00/202078884/"&gt;dar el makhzen palace, fes&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/84748535@N00/1371769518/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/84748535@N00/2131923959/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, 13. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/34271620@N00/369515240/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, 14. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/13937854@N00/504763722/"&gt;Kup,Kup artworks&lt;/a&gt;, 15. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/34271620@N00/296134206/"&gt;•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.&lt;/a&gt;, 16. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/34271620@N00/255000461/"&gt;••••••&lt;/a&gt;, 17. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/46412451@N00/23127467/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;, 18. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/39008242@N00/324565415/"&gt;Sweet Candy&lt;/a&gt;, 19. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/63097602@N00/470575531/"&gt;High Tea Pastries Amigurumi Crochet&lt;/a&gt;, 20. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/10303893@N03/1451758534/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, 21. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/38109472@N00/68774705/"&gt;water-moon&lt;/a&gt;, 22. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/53611153@N00/2086412909/"&gt;useless mail slot&lt;/a&gt;, 23. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/20688988@N00/181470983/"&gt;U.S.A. colors&lt;/a&gt;, 24. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/51465561@N00/507622503/"&gt;"where do we go from here?" (dedicated to...)&lt;/a&gt;, 25. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/51857345@N00/163719689/"&gt;Dress&lt;/a&gt;, 26. 27. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/37191821@N00/319994573/"&gt;Norway 1981 018&lt;/a&gt;, 28. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/76737391@N00/86389577/"&gt;There's something you don't see every day&lt;/a&gt;, 29. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/18473263@N00/411909663/"&gt;el azahar es mi zahir&lt;/a&gt;, 30. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/7610763@N05/867727343/"&gt;De grande seré limón!&lt;/a&gt;, 31.32. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/28519721@N00/312894516/"&gt;Dragonflys&lt;/a&gt;, 33. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/31366378@N00/1020818467/"&gt;Palácio Quitandinha-Petrópolis&lt;/a&gt;, 34. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54296556@N00/1860810819/"&gt;old palace&lt;/a&gt;, 35. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/75714369@N00/543101908/"&gt;marlin key west art&lt;/a&gt;, 36. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/90256198@N00/56372567/"&gt;looking down #1&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-3064519575399838425?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3064519575399838425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3064519575399838425' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3064519575399838425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3064519575399838425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-tijeras-de-zigzag.html' title='Las tijeras de ZIGZAG. Mosaico de Flickr.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/SASfDmgDEWI/AAAAAAAACrA/4bYRhBmbzd4/s72-c/SNB10045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7215256138895810127</id><published>2008-04-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:27:19.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>An old site with an even older idea</title><content type='html'>If you want to keep a written "cross section" of your thoughts now, and revisit them in the future, at your convenience, leave a message "encapsuled" &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.futureme.org/what.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can also write a note to someone else to be delivered after 25, 30, 40 years...Time modifies everything. I believe that nothing of what one could write at one moment could be even recognized with precision in the future and that is the charm I see in this. It is a proof of intents. Also the only way to return to what one once felt and to discover the instability of the human character. How long can one stand for a cause unchanged? What is the time limit of a belief?&lt;br /&gt;It is also possible to "communicate" with people after death. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://www.postexpression.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; site facilitates the means to do so, if you have the means to pay for it...well, it is innexpensive. Strangely enough they have a trial version of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7215256138895810127?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7215256138895810127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7215256138895810127' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7215256138895810127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7215256138895810127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-site-with-even-older-idea.html' title='An old site with an even older idea'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-9165185155839161225</id><published>2008-03-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:25:11.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muerte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vieja'/><title type='text'>Una muerte es una vida</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue el último dia de dolor para &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-this-is-short-story-and-i.html"&gt;ella&lt;/a&gt; y el primero de los nuestros, los que la extranamos. Era el vínculo con todo lo femenino, la madre, la familia, los recuerdos de infancia. Me faltaron millones de abrazos por darle y ahora solamente puedo escribirlo. Estas pérdidas generan en mi una sensacion angustiosa y profunda de soledad. Necesaria. Tambien un dolor de garganta que comenzó por querer contener el llanto y esta degenerando en amigdalitis. ¿Cuantas lágrimas son suficientes? Este blog esta hecho en morados y rosados por que eran los colores que mas le gustaban. desde chiquita me contestaba que el lila era su color favorito. Mi abuela era una referencia para mi y una de las personas mas importantes en mi vida. Tengo fiebre, siento escalofrios y el dolor de cabeza me obliga a parar aquí mismo. Somatizo. Jaan atiende a los hijos de la hija de la hija de la vieja. Ya no la vere nunca, nunca más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-9165185155839161225?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/9165185155839161225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=9165185155839161225' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9165185155839161225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/9165185155839161225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/una-muerte-es-una-vida.html' title='Una muerte es una vida'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-173896248622341114</id><published>2008-03-24T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:29.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaan Kross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libros'/><title type='text'>El libro que sigo leyendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-egd3TAz3I/AAAAAAAACoI/zKarw6abju0/s1600-h/cardimg.php.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-egd3TAz3I/AAAAAAAACoI/zKarw6abju0/s400/cardimg.php.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181286331233390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que-no, que-no es que sea el primer libro que leo o que adquiero...solo el primero que catalogo en y con este generador de tarjetas, que me encanta! El instrumento esta en la columna de enlaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-173896248622341114?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/173896248622341114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=173896248622341114' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/173896248622341114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/173896248622341114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-libro-que-sigo-leyendo.html' title='El libro que sigo leyendo'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-egd3TAz3I/AAAAAAAACoI/zKarw6abju0/s72-c/cardimg.php.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-408015252616010808</id><published>2008-03-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:30.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Juan Felipe pasó por aquí,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzyI/AAAAAAAACnI/7CcmWwcdpOI/s1600-h/IMG_2493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzyI/AAAAAAAACnI/7CcmWwcdpOI/s320/IMG_2493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305077235142434" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkA3TAzvI/AAAAAAAACmw/DfMbvWAuTB8/s1600-h/IMG_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkA3TAzvI/AAAAAAAACmw/DfMbvWAuTB8/s320/IMG_2484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305068645207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBHTAzwI/AAAAAAAACm4/RzP4MH_kPi4/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBHTAzwI/AAAAAAAACm4/RzP4MH_kPi4/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBHTAzwI/AAAAAAAACm4/RzP4MH_kPi4/s320/IMG_2485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305072940175106" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkA3TAzvI/AAAAAAAACmw/DfMbvWAuTB8/s1600-h/IMG_2484.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBHTAzwI/AAAAAAAACm4/RzP4MH_kPi4/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzxI/AAAAAAAACnA/DXZ0FN3-nDo/s1600-h/IMG_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzxI/AAAAAAAACnA/DXZ0FN3-nDo/s320/IMG_2489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180305077235142418" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzyI/AAAAAAAACnI/7CcmWwcdpOI/s1600-h/IMG_2493.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nos dejó recuerdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-408015252616010808?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/408015252616010808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=408015252616010808' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/408015252616010808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/408015252616010808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/juan-felipe-pas-por-aqu.html' title='Juan Felipe pasó por aquí,'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R-QkBXTAzyI/AAAAAAAACnI/7CcmWwcdpOI/s72-c/IMG_2493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-1780237084651357093</id><published>2008-03-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:30.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vello'/><title type='text'>Fotos de la familia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9gnbbQt5KI/AAAAAAAAClw/33cjjtBArLY/s1600-h/img169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9gnbbQt5KI/AAAAAAAAClw/33cjjtBArLY/s400/img169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176931123790210210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es Vello Salulaid. El papa de Jaan, en 1997 o 98. El también es el bebe de &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://ssestonia.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-members.html"&gt;ESTA FOTO&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-1780237084651357093?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1780237084651357093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=1780237084651357093' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1780237084651357093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/1780237084651357093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/fotos-de-la-familia.html' title='Fotos de la familia.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9gnbbQt5KI/AAAAAAAAClw/33cjjtBArLY/s72-c/img169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3220722986834048277</id><published>2008-03-11T14:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:30.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaic'/><title type='text'>Mosaico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9b7ZLQt5JI/AAAAAAAAClo/76AhhicO8Bk/s1600-h/IMG_2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9b7ZLQt5JI/AAAAAAAAClo/76AhhicO8Bk/s400/IMG_2456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176601231647171730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;11 de Marzo del 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3220722986834048277?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3220722986834048277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3220722986834048277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3220722986834048277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3220722986834048277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/mosaico.html' title='Mosaico'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9b7ZLQt5JI/AAAAAAAAClo/76AhhicO8Bk/s72-c/IMG_2456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3870187974312162526</id><published>2008-03-07T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:30.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='igualdad de sexos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolerance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falacias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intolerance'/><title type='text'>Mujeres vs. mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9EXibQt5AI/AAAAAAAACjs/vsiytbXCz8E/s1600-h/IMG_2331-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9EXibQt5AI/AAAAAAAACjs/vsiytbXCz8E/s400/IMG_2331-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943327026275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the mothers are the ones who transmit the culture generation through generation. If there is not understanding among human beings we, mothers, must take some responsibility for it!&lt;br /&gt;I am not stating that human beings are equals. Although I am a firm defender of the idea that we all DESERVE the same, because we have, anthropologically speaking, the same basic NEEDS. BUT men are women are not equals in every level, which means, plainly, that we are different. Not two people are equal, a basic rule for tolerance we learn at a very early age, a tool to improve our social interaction through our life; And why we should, anyway? The more gregarious we are taught to be (I am not from the "school" that believes that everything is learned; How to explain the bizarre fact that children in new guinea are able to find joy in eating worms and raw meats while we struggle with toddlers that refuse to eat absolutely any substance and end up settling for hating only few foods ranging from peas (Juulia) to whipped cream (Joonas) without any particular reason?) the less adequate we would feel in settings different from our own comfortable sphere. In short, being gregarious is limiting one´s ability to integrate. But returning to my point, males and females distinctions can be perceived by any person who has had a child and observes how children behaviour is naturally inclined to either or gender. I consciously did not use at home labels that could lead my kids to adopt positions of any kind. I avoided the use of adjectives as feminine, masculine, ugly, good or bad. Not that I did not teach them, I simply choose words that would describe everything in more objective ways such as efficient, quick, clean, long, soft, square, etc. By the time the arrived to school (7) they did not have an interiorized idea of what ugly or beautiful might be or rather anything could be either or...They could not write descriptions of people in terms of fat, thin, pretty or gaunt, they couldn't detect homelessness by the looks. Their writings contained instead a wide range of other characteristics that very well served the same purpose, and I am glad about it. The toys were also never chosen according to the gender, However, Emil was obsessed with moving things, cars, trains, planes and legos and Juulia entered in the pink stage without any external influence, all by her self. She ignored the train tracks and the brio systems and concentrated on the soft toys and the barbies. Emil had the barbie and the ken and Juulia got plenty of Lego sets just as well! I insist! I never indicated which toys were who's and what was "appropriate" to whom but they made their choices. Now we can see the exact thing happening to Joonas. He plays 5 minutes with Juulia´s dolls while he can stay hours messing up Emil´s room. There is a good, very good book that talks about the matter, just published in Spain with this title: &lt;span class="tit_ficha"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="tit_ficha"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL SEXO DEL CEREBRO: LA DIFERENCIA FUNDAMENTAL ENTRE HOMBRES Y MUJERES by Francisco J. Rubia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is worth reading if only just to finish and settle the endless nonsensical disputes about equality.&lt;br /&gt;An article,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/08/opinion/08baron-cohen.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;The male condition&lt;/a&gt; from the New York Times, from 2005, but still current.&lt;br /&gt;And why not to complete  a good background and form opinion combining these with a notion about high and low cultural contexts? It seems more important to understand than to be understood....it seems at least more intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9EfALQt5BI/AAAAAAAACkQ/CuKomU9-DNo/s1600-h/Inevitablesdiferencias.Felicesambos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9EfALQt5BI/AAAAAAAACkQ/CuKomU9-DNo/s400/Inevitablesdiferencias.Felicesambos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174951534708778002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-3870187974312162526?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3870187974312162526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3870187974312162526' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3870187974312162526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3870187974312162526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/03/mujeres-vs-mujeres.html' title='Mujeres vs. mujeres'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R9EXibQt5AI/AAAAAAAACjs/vsiytbXCz8E/s72-c/IMG_2331-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7442624881764287182</id><published>2008-02-27T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:31.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas y la ballena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por que. Familia. Joonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversacioncitas'/><title type='text'>Dialogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desde &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt; translado uno típico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R8bdua0DpaI/AAAAAAAACi4/PBwagPp9MXI/s1600-h/lovebyjoonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R8bdua0DpaI/AAAAAAAACi4/PBwagPp9MXI/s400/lovebyjoonas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172065011622978978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R8WQLK0DpXI/AAAAAAAACig/i4SdXakrs8U/s1600-h/IMG_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R8WQLK0DpXI/AAAAAAAACig/i4SdXakrs8U/s400/IMG_2386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171698268660540786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;: Mami-i, mami-►í! Quero ga-llé-tá!, Quero agua atén!&lt;br /&gt;Si, ya te doy, dos galletas y un poquito de agua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;: Si Má-má, un COPITO de agua!&lt;br /&gt;Copito? Copito no, copito es de nieve chiquito, pipo: Dí asi: po-quí-to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;: COPITO no mami! CO-PI-TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7442624881764287182?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7442624881764287182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7442624881764287182' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7442624881764287182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7442624881764287182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/dialogos.html' title='Dialogos'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R8bdua0DpaI/AAAAAAAACi4/PBwagPp9MXI/s72-c/lovebyjoonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-8924115096418742938</id><published>2008-02-21T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:31.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrimonio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia. vinculo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contrato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariposas'/><title type='text'>El último contrato matrimonial de la Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R73aeK0DpFI/AAAAAAAACfI/Nb0o3kH6iw4/s1600-h/JFyCarolinaMatri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R73aeK0DpFI/AAAAAAAACfI/Nb0o3kH6iw4/s400/JFyCarolinaMatri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Las partes contrayentes, felices, histericamente transtornadas (a lugar entonces, y siempre, bajo las mismas circunstancias, una acción de nulidad por la falta de capacidad del contratante en el momento del esperado perfeccionamiento del acuerdo. Estaban demasiado contentos!) Juan Felipe y Carolina se casaron y serán felices y comerán perdices, o esa es al menos la causa accidental (muy accidental) de este contrato, conocida además por ambos lo que implica que de no cumplirse la expectativa -razonable o no-, de que en un tiempo prudencial efectivamente haya consumo de perdices, y disfrute de la susodicha-dicha- matrimonial, habrá posibilidades reales de resición del vínculo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo que no soy parte pero si doliente, les deseo lo mejor y también mas fotos! Esta en particular debió haber sido una posterior a la liberación de las &lt;a href="http://ssestonia.blogspot.com/2007/04/mariposa-es-una-palabra-muy-hermosa.html"&gt;mariposas&lt;/a&gt; en la capilla de San Lucas, Medellín, Colombia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-8924115096418742938?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8924115096418742938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=8924115096418742938' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8924115096418742938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/8924115096418742938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-ultimo-contrato-matrimonial-de-la.html' title='El último contrato matrimonial de la Familia'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R73aeK0DpFI/AAAAAAAACfI/Nb0o3kH6iw4/s72-c/JFyCarolinaMatri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-7571115756647610057</id><published>2008-02-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:31.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catolicismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuaresma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miercoles de ceniza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruz'/><title type='text'>¿Mas de lo mismo?</title><content type='html'>Otro año sin notar, sentir, anticipar, recordar o conmemorar el inicio de la cuaresma. Hace muchos, muchos años, en un pais lejano, católico otrora confesional "sin ir mas lejos" aunque para nada me interesen los tópicos, las personas se manifestaban pacíficamente ( o aveces incluso bajo protesta)  dibujándo una cruz en sus frentes! Sin ese simbolismo confieso que ni me entero. Lo he olvidado to-do, si es que algun día realmente supe o entendí lo que significaba, y el miércoles de ceniza del 2008 pasó de largo. Y nada mas pasó, nisiquiera comemos mas pescado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7oKoK0DoiI/AAAAAAAACZ4/L8RiDgrd2QU/s1600-h/moda1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7oKoK0DoiI/AAAAAAAACZ4/L8RiDgrd2QU/s400/moda1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168455207574807074" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest of the cool: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sophisticatesdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mid XX century sophistication&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-7571115756647610057?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7571115756647610057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=7571115756647610057' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7571115756647610057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/7571115756647610057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/mas-de-lo-mismo.html' title='¿Mas de lo mismo?'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7oKoK0DoiI/AAAAAAAACZ4/L8RiDgrd2QU/s72-c/moda1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-5361138708550496340</id><published>2008-02-16T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:31.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderlink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ovejas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaan quoted'/><title type='text'>I found this reading a short story, And I remembered him.</title><content type='html'>Jaan tells the exact same thing on random days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Put plenty of garlic in there. I'm catching a cold." He coughed to prove it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Fehmi Ahslan and Jaan S. Unfortunately this last did not bother to put it anywhere first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And he really does. What? that he caughs to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderlink No.2:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My grandmother wrote beautify. Now she  does not  write at all.  She is afflicted by Parkinson disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A note "issued" just days after the PEARL HARBOR attack by the Japanese. The WWII taking place but terribly far from Ovejas, Sucre, Colombia. This was a town in the middle of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7b5Ua0DnWI/AAAAAAAACPg/RteLfXCUkSA/s1600-h/margo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7b5Ua0DnWI/AAAAAAAACPg/RteLfXCUkSA/s400/margo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167591751644585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7bu360DnVI/AAAAAAAACPY/VIVUCFjiQOc/s1600-h/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7bu360DnVI/AAAAAAAACPY/VIVUCFjiQOc/s400/carta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167580266902035794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-5361138708550496340?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5361138708550496340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=5361138708550496340' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5361138708550496340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/5361138708550496340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-this-is-short-story-and-i.html' title='I found this reading a short story, And I remembered him.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7b5Ua0DnWI/AAAAAAAACPg/RteLfXCUkSA/s72-c/margo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-6119732438257881055</id><published>2008-02-15T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:32.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fieltro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e'/><title type='text'>Una letra E</title><content type='html'>De fieltro, bonita, facil de hacer. Idea original de "&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://www.kleas.typepad.com/"&gt;Kleas&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y encontrada en &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;www.flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; este es el enlace numero uno. Fotos, grupos, y en general un conocido punto de inicio para cualquier busqueda tematica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7X-Y60DnUI/AAAAAAAACPQ/nJTTUeH6DRQ/s1600-h/efieltro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7X-Y60DnUI/AAAAAAAACPQ/nJTTUeH6DRQ/s400/efieltro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167315851535424834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355756113748274244-6119732438257881055?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6119732438257881055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=6119732438257881055' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6119732438257881055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/6119732438257881055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/una-letra-e.html' title='Una letra E'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R7X-Y60DnUI/AAAAAAAACPQ/nJTTUeH6DRQ/s72-c/efieltro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355756113748274244.post-3336074123961545708</id><published>2008-02-09T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:18:32.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por que. Familia. Joonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para que'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Que'/><title type='text'>Maromas, Maromero, Mero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R64fDq0DnQI/AAAAAAAACN8/YaLCNCa-CRo/s1600-h/Fotos+Marrakech+01.2008+043.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hago, aunque no lo sea y un pescado salado, probado.&lt;br /&gt;En este blog acumulare enlaces para Emil, Juulia Aliide y Joonas Joosep, fotos de las letras E, A y J, y frases populares, impopulares, que nos gusten y disgusten, una fe de erratas, un listado de diferencias culturales, y de coincidencias tambien. Para que nos acordemos donde y como vivimos los ultimos tres años, o toda la vida de Joonas; hasta ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R64fDq0DnQI/AAAAAAAACN8/YaLCNCa-CRo/s1600-h/Fotos+Marrakech+01.2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R64fDq0DnQI/AAAAAAAACN8/YaLCNCa-CRo/s320/Fotos+Marrakech+01.2008+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165099970533235970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6355756113748274244-3336074123961545708?l=maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3336074123961545708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355756113748274244&amp;postID=3336074123961545708' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3336074123961545708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355756113748274244/posts/default/3336074123961545708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maromasdeltorpe.blogspot.com/2008/02/maromas-maromero-mero.html' title='Maromas, Maromero, Mero.'/><author><name>Mariajaan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922888192047147894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R346LBVxLTI/AAAAAAAABLM/sTSRalBzd_g/S220/IMG_1982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i5XvCMikU0/R64fDq0DnQI/AAAAAAAACN8/YaLCNCa-CRo/s72-c/Fotos+Marrakech+01.2008+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
