<?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-2953465774290190390</id><updated>2011-07-16T10:07:43.815-07:00</updated><category term='Calamaro'/><category term='Cali'/><category term='11km'/><title type='text'>Coralina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11coralina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953465774290190390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11coralina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krito Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905137613522250072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/SI1Jnq14XsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yvT2ccEqKu8/S220/Historia+Krito+(27).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953465774290190390.post-6988701918641362903</id><published>2011-06-25T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:58:48.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Añito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7-DRQgRk5w/TgYcZPaYvUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NyjKM21PSRc/s1600/05.11.2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7-DRQgRk5w/TgYcZPaYvUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NyjKM21PSRc/s200/05.11.2009.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;El tiempo ha pasado muy rápido hace muy poco me dieron la noticia q crecías dentro de mi y ni siquiera tu corazón empezaba a latir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar de la sorpresa y&amp;nbsp; millones de mariposas&amp;nbsp; que empezaron a revolotear en mi estomago no pasaron 24 horas para q mi amor por ti empezara a florecer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDNjD9K9dsI/TgYcxYpDcII/AAAAAAAAAFo/xe6GFfEPHW8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDNjD9K9dsI/TgYcxYpDcII/AAAAAAAAAFo/xe6GFfEPHW8/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Entonces puedo afirmar que te amo desde q tu corazón no latía desde el momento q decidiste entrar en mi para darme la responsabilidad de tu majestuosa vida, de tu crecimiento apresurado que no me da el tiempo suficiente para observarte unos instantes sin crecer, sin aprender... no he podido parpadear sin ver tu desarrollo perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlHXBcRdjU0/TgaWfRvWMDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kx7BT_uCGwM/s1600/DSCN0997color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlHXBcRdjU0/TgaWfRvWMDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kx7BT_uCGwM/s320/DSCN0997color.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Las dificultades cuando estuviste en mi vientre fueron incontables,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5XSGTHL6dg/TgYdQ8pyDAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aS47xxJ0uPk/s1600/04.02.2010%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5XSGTHL6dg/TgYdQ8pyDAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aS47xxJ0uPk/s200/04.02.2010%25286%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 9 meses donde lo único real eras tu! por que mi vida, lo que me rodeaba y lo que sentía se encerraba en inseguridades dudas y fantansias, la ansiedad de tenderte en mis brazos, una ansiedad q no cesaba por que me daba mucho miedo perderte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgWYonj-Jvo/TgaX4uOGQiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ySxm36aEG0M/s1600/P6260036+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgWYonj-Jvo/TgaX4uOGQiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ySxm36aEG0M/s200/P6260036+copia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aunque ya sentía conocerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; mis ojos no querían perderse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; un minuto de tu vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzvhqWpLvlY/TgYfe9o3TWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rxChL8jeSf0/s1600/34804_419502872296_682192296_4635590_8092767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzvhqWpLvlY/TgYfe9o3TWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rxChL8jeSf0/s200/34804_419502872296_682192296_4635590_8092767_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eres la constancia q Dios existe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eres uno de mis profundos sueños&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eres resultado de la palabra AMOR de un amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;conflictivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;enriquecedor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;imenzo, rebelde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; Eres resultado de la constancia cuando hay amor y de&amp;nbsp; la convicción cuando es el amor mas sincero ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYpPpwHQNmA/TgaPl0ulnvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ULxjSDy6Spk/s1600/PIC_1456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYpPpwHQNmA/TgaPl0ulnvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ULxjSDy6Spk/s320/PIC_1456.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eres un extremo de mi corazón ese extremo romántico y apasionado que solo te puede dar amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que se emociona con tu respiración y parpadear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que se descontrola con tus sonrisa y tu aplausos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que salta de felicidad cuando amanece un nuevo día y me haces entender tus necesidades ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArqW7j9I_JQ/TgYmcogb5jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NpSJgivz7HU/s1600/224603_10150175499547297_682192296_6892983_1588608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArqW7j9I_JQ/TgYmcogb5jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NpSJgivz7HU/s200/224603_10150175499547297_682192296_6892983_1588608_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que no mide exageraciones cuando duermes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4flNWAciO6M/TgaQLe61ajI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LlGn51LNAcA/s1600/IMG_1235+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4flNWAciO6M/TgaQLe61ajI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LlGn51LNAcA/s200/IMG_1235+copia.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Que no tiene control cuando gateas rápido tras alguna pilatuna y nos cuentas donde esta el trigre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; perdió la razón desde el día que no soportaste mas en mi y tu llanto se replico en una sala de parto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que se consolido el dia q te aferraste a mi para alimentarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; se reafirmo el día q dijiste Ma Ma y pa pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnsjN3rJ5Xw/TgaO02Ii9hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJNDoxSKM40/s1600/IMG_8915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnsjN3rJ5Xw/TgaO02Ii9hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJNDoxSKM40/s320/IMG_8915.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gracia por este año Joel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRNwUKhsfwI/TgYoLktDjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hi8sF0RLTA0/s1600/267267_10150220981816795_755116794_7280885_1882109_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRNwUKhsfwI/TgYoLktDjJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hi8sF0RLTA0/s400/267267_10150220981816795_755116794_7280885_1882109_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2953465774290190390-6988701918641362903?l=11coralina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11coralina.blogspot.com/feeds/6988701918641362903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953465774290190390&amp;postID=6988701918641362903' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953465774290190390/posts/default/6988701918641362903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953465774290190390/posts/default/6988701918641362903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11coralina.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-anito.html' title='Un Añito'/><author><name>krito Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905137613522250072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/SI1Jnq14XsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yvT2ccEqKu8/S220/Historia+Krito+(27).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7-DRQgRk5w/TgYcZPaYvUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NyjKM21PSRc/s72-c/05.11.2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953465774290190390.post-1759556864572932716</id><published>2011-06-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:15:27.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando apenas cumplí mis 15 años nació Paula…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Bright&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5_-uiVNToU/Tf1JtLN9h4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EdTOtnwR2Ow/s1600/Paula%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619728950482536322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5_-uiVNToU/Tf1JtLN9h4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EdTOtnwR2Ow/s320/Paula%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 210px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Llena de preguntas e inseguridades empecé una etapa hermosa en mi vida, metas y sueños por cumplir y con una razón para hacerlo , &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimientos encontrados de cosas nuevas que se sentían&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mi mami Libi( mamá) y mi nona (abuelita) acompañaban ese proceso tan prematuro, se encargaban de orientarme y al mismo tiempo que tomaban las riendas de la crianza y yo con rebeldía de adolescente imponía mis puntos de vista &lt;br /&gt;con los derechos que el ser la madre me daba. ..ha! que tarea tan dura pelear con la “experiencia”, me preguntaba hasta donde tenían la razón pues en mi cabeza el mundo se veía tan diferente tan lógico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Al mismo tiempo nace Laura (mi sobrina) regal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;o de Dios para acompañar a mi Paulita .Reacciones familiares tan diferentes ya que mi hermana ya tenia su edad para tener hijos yo en cambio salía apenas de mi niñez y empezaba una adolescencia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;pero A mi hermana le toca ir a trabajar y c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mo yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; apenas cruzaba los 16 tenia que ayudar de alguna manera en la casa y esa manera fue cuidar a mi sobrina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yo en algún momento estuve con las dos al mismo tiempo Me sentía grande fuerte y decidida para hacer el mejor papel .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esco84KF9-g/Tf-gNoV6VyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ww1oPHXFObE/s1600/FunPhotoBox_141039crjnxh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esco84KF9-g/Tf-gNoV6VyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ww1oPHXFObE/s320/FunPhotoBox_141039crjnxh.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dedique 2 años a el cuidado de mis niñas en los cuales aprendí a medio lavar planchar y cocinar también muchas canciones infantiles bailes juegos y rondas ...pasábamos las tardes enteras divirtiéndonos , parques y zonas de juego , fiestas infantiles y trabajos manuales para decorarles un poco la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Había dudas, dificultades y a veces muchas necesidades las cuales solo el tiempo podría solucionar, pero la prisa no existía, se vivía a diario con la única razón de que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;crecieran juntas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620374474545540066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FKIN0LqUhI/Tf-Uznv1q-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/81MSNH3dBzc/s320/DSCN5222.JPG" style="display: block; height: 276px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 368px;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;WOW! Pero como paso el tiempo de un momento a otro se crecieron mis princesas salieron de la casa para el jardín , del jardín para el cole y empezaron otra etapa donde ya no estaba yo, estaban sus nuevas amigas sus largas charlas en la puerta de la casa ,otros juegos, otras canciones y por más que me empeño en estar ahí …no hay cupo jeje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahora otra etapa de la vida,viene el amor&amp;nbsp; a sus vida y una nueva vida entra en mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adoro mis princesas son la luz de mis ojos, mi polo a tierra, un extremo de mi corazón; especial, rosado ,coqueto, risueño y soñador&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;racias a la vida por dejarme verlas crecer&lt;/span&gt; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953465774290190390.post-5923910103802894208</id><published>2008-12-13T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:19:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento muy creativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No es mi primera animación, es la primera animación que hace Mao con nosotras , jugando con las cositas que permanecen debajo de su cama y que son tan sagradas para sus recuerdos , hoy desempolve aquello que hace parte de su infancia para verle una sonrisa y una mirada de niño inquieto , Paula se unió a mi juego y creamos esta incompleta animación...uisch las pilas de la cámara se acabaron en un   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;momento muy creativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"    .....(palabras típicas de Mao que hasta hoy entendí)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gracias a Mabriscio que después de estar cuidando una pupa casi 26 horas a dedicado tiempo para tirarse al suelo con nosotras a jugar , gracias a paulita que le gusto la idea y nos musicalizo el momento .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2519234&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2519234&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2519234"&gt;Mi Primera Animación&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1011824"&gt;coralina&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953465774290190390-5923910103802894208?l=11coralina.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/SI1Jnq14XsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yvT2ccEqKu8/S220/Historia+Krito+(27).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953465774290190390.post-940568266902616202</id><published>2008-12-04T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:32:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/STi6iTcfB-I/AAAAAAAAADo/tR1IiJpl1o0/s1600-h/1198692622_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/STi6iTcfB-I/AAAAAAAAADo/tR1IiJpl1o0/s320/1198692622_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276172061962602466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas que Agradarme la navidad celebro que otras personas sientan ganas de estar bien celebrando, no juzgo religion ni credo, Solo espero adornar un árbol para compartir con mi hija, y vestir un pesebre como símbolo de FAMILIA, unión y compañía....&lt;br /&gt;Espero brindar por los que estan lejos , por los que no nos pueden acompañar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Feliz navidad para TOD@S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/STi6c9as_BI/AAAAAAAAADg/dKZTN-YzO70/s1600-h/perrito-navidad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/STi6c9as_BI/AAAAAAAAADg/dKZTN-YzO70/s320/perrito-navidad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276171970150202386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hd-8pQ0TSu0"&gt;Mojado de tanto llorar&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;te espera un beso haciendo pausa&lt;br /&gt;desde el día en que te marchaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953465774290190390-940568266902616202?l=11coralina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11coralina.blogspot.com/feeds/940568266902616202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953465774290190390&amp;postID=940568266902616202' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953465774290190390.post-558204313685571716</id><published>2008-10-26T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:19:54.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calamaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11km'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANDRES CALAMARO DE FRENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dicen que hay,&lt;br /&gt;un mundo de tentaciones,&lt;br /&gt;también hay caramelos&lt;br /&gt;con forma de corazones...&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que hay,&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, malo,&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que hay mas o menos,&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que hay algo que tener,&lt;br /&gt;y no muchos tenemos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param 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/&gt;De una idea suelta en conversación msn con mi prima, con la sonrisa de Mabriscio por cada idea tan loca  mía... tuvimos Un tranquilo viaje, un espectacular concierto y yo con la mejor compañía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://11coralina.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11km.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/SQUyqRIeAJI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z1S81ZfGqZk/s320/PA190036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667441387110546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi prima viaja desde Medellin,Paola (amiga de Mabriscio) nos recibe de la manera mas cordial sin conocernos,Mi tia Neira un poco ansiosa por vernos nos prepara tremendo sancocho valluno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11km.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_etd6FAsGWU0/SQVJi3UCCMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DY9ynNU3Eek/s320/fotos+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261692602964641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estas son la muestra de la cantidad de fotografías que se quedaran de por vida en mi cabeza, son solo un pedacito que les puedo compartir.... hay cosas que se quedaran en mi... como... el estruendo de cuatro guitarras...Andres calamaro cantando un buen tango... el sabor agridulce de un rico cholado ....un delicioso y helado jugo de tomate de árbol hecho con cariño...Un trozo de mi historia contada al frente de la mejor vista del valle...y Cucarachas en el bus hacia Bogotá....(Jejeje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" 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