tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49932737971931266212024-03-13T16:07:21.968-07:00On the Cold Hill’s SideAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03652075452413230746noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993273797193126621.post-25303493711949931022012-02-12T06:42:00.000-08:002012-02-12T06:42:25.314-08:00<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>"Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,</i><br />
<i> Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here."</i></blockquote>
William Shakespeare, <b><i>El Rey Lear. </i></b>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03652075452413230746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993273797193126621.post-76613213152993809162012-02-04T08:17:00.000-08:002012-02-04T08:17:25.731-08:00Esperándola como agua de mayo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Three great men: a king, a priest, and a rich man. Between them
stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the
other two. Who lives, who dies. Power resides where men believe it
resides, it's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And a very small man can
cast a very large shadow.</i></div>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03652075452413230746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993273797193126621.post-13700083676558739552012-01-10T14:50:00.000-08:002012-01-10T14:51:06.344-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Madonna</i>, Edvard Munch (1894-95)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Alliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03652075452413230746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993273797193126621.post-25711085765315277992012-01-09T14:30:00.000-08:002012-01-09T14:30:07.142-08:00Malos hábitosEsta relación de amor-odio acabará conmigo. Siempre soy yo la que se va, la que abandona. Él siempre me espera paciente, a que le cambie la cara, el nombre, el alma. Y siempre vuelvo.<br />
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