<?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-2249967490321484615</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:09:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte y Luz</title><subtitle type='html'>Vida, Amor, Arte, Creación, Filosofía y Literatura</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-274223465005381262</id><published>2011-11-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:27:47.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi amigo Panchito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmYIjpRCmY/TrVRNHQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/qdJ1BFwX-HQ/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmYIjpRCmY/TrVRNHQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/qdJ1BFwX-HQ/s200/5.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"El Bipolar manco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anchitoes el mayor de cinco hermanos que llegó a este mundo en el mismo nivel depobreza de la gran mayoría de los que vivían en aquella barriada de La Loma enRegla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Panchito nopresentaba desde niño, ninguna característica que lo hiciese diferente a losdemás. Cuando nos mudamos para aquella barriada, ya aquella familia vivía desdehacía algunos años...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ver relato completo arriba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2249967490321484615-274223465005381262?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/274223465005381262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/274223465005381262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-bipolar-manco.html' title='Mi amigo Panchito'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcmYIjpRCmY/TrVRNHQrJ6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/qdJ1BFwX-HQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-2402221170179035375</id><published>2011-11-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:37:58.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos Cortos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwx83QK1YQ/TrVMRXMFDmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LHOPnTUAEkQ/s1600/13.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwx83QK1YQ/TrVMRXMFDmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LHOPnTUAEkQ/s320/13.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;“El tío Arturo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;itío Arturo estuvo enamorado de aquella muchacha desde siempre. Ella eraunos años menor que él y había nacido con una diabetes infantil que nunca la abandonó. Ella también lo amaba pero el temor a su padre, siempre hacia que le evitara la mirada cuando se encontraban en algunos de los paseos del pueblo, allá por los años cuarenta. El tío Arturo se fue a la capital a terminar sus estudios universitarios y cada fin de semana, regresaba siempre con la esperanza de hablarle de alguna manera a pesar de la cara de perro malhumorado del padre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;(relato completo arriba) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&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/2249967490321484615-2402221170179035375?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/2402221170179035375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/2402221170179035375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2011/11/relatos-cortos.html' title='Relatos Cortos'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wwx83QK1YQ/TrVMRXMFDmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LHOPnTUAEkQ/s72-c/13.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-3608199401259799455</id><published>2011-11-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:09:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"La Casona de la Esquina" (Parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s1600/portadacasona1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s200/portadacasona1.gif" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"La Casona de la Esquina"&lt;br /&gt;(Parte II) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Solo nosotros, fuimos testigos de los acontecimientos de aquel pueblo perdido en el mapa de los humanos, ustedes seguramente viajaron junto a los demás. Todos continúan allí desde siempre y por siempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(ver relato arriba) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2249967490321484615-3608199401259799455?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/3608199401259799455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/3608199401259799455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-casona-de-la-esquina-parte-ii.html' title='&quot;La Casona de la Esquina&quot; (Parte II)'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s72-c/portadacasona1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-2042197674252129348</id><published>2011-11-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:24:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rostros en Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWbDMY2RT8A/TrQUawJjkuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-1fDLC6sfmE/s1600/1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWbDMY2RT8A/TrQUawJjkuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-1fDLC6sfmE/s200/1.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;“Rostros en Crisis”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;Una Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; es una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;coyuntura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;cambios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; en cualquier aspecto de una realidad organizada pero inestable, sujetaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;evolución&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;. Los cambios críticos, aunque previsibles,tienen siempre algún grado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;incertidumbre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span class="eacep"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;(ampliar texto arriba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2249967490321484615-2042197674252129348?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/2042197674252129348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/2042197674252129348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2011/11/rostros-en-crisis.html' title='Rostros en Crisis'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWbDMY2RT8A/TrQUawJjkuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-1fDLC6sfmE/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-7979742386426438453</id><published>2011-11-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:06:28.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los creadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uorpgZVKDyE/S8kjDYlNuaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2tIJO7B8ArQ/s1600/logopalo1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uorpgZVKDyE/S8kjDYlNuaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2tIJO7B8ArQ/s200/logopalo1.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;A sí somos los creadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;Me une a todos ustedes el color, la forma, el símbolo, la luz, la sombra, las naciones, nuestras montañas, el doloroso frío, el agudo calor, el salitre de nuestros mares, y la dulzura de los ríos, el azul del cielo y el sonido de nuestros idiomas al tratar de comunicarnos unos a otros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;(ver texto completo arriba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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/2249967490321484615-7979742386426438453?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/7979742386426438453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/7979742386426438453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2010/04/creacion-artistica.html' title='Los creadores'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uorpgZVKDyE/S8kjDYlNuaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2tIJO7B8ArQ/s72-c/logopalo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><georss:featurename>Miami, FL, EEUU</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7889689 -80.22643929999998</georss:point><georss:box>25.7156034 -80.31674079999998 25.8623344 -80.13613779999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-8586520483386342825</id><published>2010-07-05T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:05:22.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A los amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:1; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.1in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:justify; mso-line-height-alt:0pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CO;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;}.MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-left:.1in; text-align:justify; mso-line-height-alt:0pt;}@page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 de este mes de ese mismo año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;Mis queridos amigos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Me he demorado mucho tiempo en hacerles esta carta. Quizás no pudieron esperar, y se marcharon antes de tiempo, lo lamento mucho, no saben realmente cuanto lo lamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;ver relato completo arriba&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2249967490321484615-8586520483386342825?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/8586520483386342825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/8586520483386342825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2010/07/crata-los-amigos.html' title='A los amigos'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izIXoBCmTMc/TrVPnn7OBjI/AAAAAAAAAek/nJRJnRsd6zc/s72-c/manos.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-4409083290851516906</id><published>2010-04-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:05:51.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Casona de la Esquina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s1600/portadacasona1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s200/portadacasona1.gif" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La Casona de la Esquina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lgunas historias contadas por otros, tienden a tener un específico orden cronológico. La mente tiene con certeza, la posibilidad de viajar del pasado al futuro recreando el presente, en menos tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;(ver relato completo arriba) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/2249967490321484615-4409083290851516906?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/4409083290851516906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/4409083290851516906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-casona-de-la-esquina_18.html' title='La Casona de la Esquina'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9GGiGbPye8/S8gzGu72UrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FUG3Phn5pfg/s72-c/portadacasona1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249967490321484615.post-9185931749991668377</id><published>2010-04-18T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:32:08.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativos encerrados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps7sSDFRLHA/S8hOL_AZG_I/AAAAAAAAABg/YcIdru45lDw/s1600/portadanegativos1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps7sSDFRLHA/S8hOL_AZG_I/AAAAAAAAABg/YcIdru45lDw/s200/portadanegativos1.gif" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Negativos encerrados"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;egún iba viendo imagen por imagen de aquellos negativos, el horror comenzó a apoderarse de mí, me trasladaba casi al lugar de los hechos por el escenario que allí veía. Me estaba ocurriendo lo mismo que con la novela del Infierno de Dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;ver relato completo arriba&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2249967490321484615-9185931749991668377?l=arteyluz47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/9185931749991668377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249967490321484615/posts/default/9185931749991668377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteyluz47.blogspot.com/2010/04/negativos-encerrados_812.html' title='Negativos encerrados'/><author><name>Arturo Andrés Alfonso Palomino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795179373692568620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfhB9Dj6R4/Trar6-mcBrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XIU9ftffN1w/s220/yo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps7sSDFRLHA/S8hOL_AZG_I/AAAAAAAAABg/YcIdru45lDw/s72-c/portadanegativos1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
