tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25178750663815189182011-04-21T14:41:19.372-07:00LinFandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537517398753460283noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2517875066381518918.post-59565264435458956582008-06-24T21:36:00.000-07:002008-06-30T17:48:01.742-07:00<p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;">Hiperfísica: Salón de las disciplinas. </span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Metapsíquica: Espacio de </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">saliencia। </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Doxastiqué: Aventura perpetua </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de intuición</span></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">न।Descanso: Llegada।</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Mundo interior: Equilibrio.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">Comunidad: Nueva.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Amistad: Risa.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Amor: Pisa.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Arte: Cadena abierta.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Arre: Arre..</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2517875066381518918-5956526443545895658?l=hayllicayenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LinFandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537517398753460283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2517875066381518918.post-12803464402878463402008-06-19T11:43:00.001-07:002008-06-23T20:44:43.570-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2c-C6XmBvSY/SGBiQN4UkTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IO8KBdSRqX4/s1600-h/246165_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276399238353202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2c-C6XmBvSY/SGBiQN4UkTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IO8KBdSRqX4/s400/246165_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2517875066381518918-1280346440287846340?l=hayllicayenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LinFandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537517398753460283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2517875066381518918.post-46602699447494692352008-06-19T11:37:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:49:26.513-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Decir que la vida es esto o aquello encierra un margen de miedo. ¿Será que el vivir mismo se da antes que el gesto, en un área misteriosa? Si se da en el misterio no sabremos qué decir, y si no sabemos qué decir entramos en el silencio. Detrás del gesto, del erque, del violín, y aún de la palabra está el silencio y en ese silencio se abre un largo camino que se interna en el misterio.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">(R. Kusch).</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2517875066381518918-4660269944749469235?l=hayllicayenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LinFandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537517398753460283noreply@blogger.com0