<?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-854352666458140477</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:39:16.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades de gata</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-2538348239407861638</id><published>2007-07-06T23:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:17:19.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ro7MlE1sHkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6S_PDVncyU/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ro7MlE1sHkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6S_PDVncyU/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084225966674026050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de cambios, de melloras ou desmelloras según se mire, de medrar coma persona e aprender dos erros, de madurar..o que implica ter que decidir asumindo  tódalas consecuencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de recapacitar e intentar amañar parte do pasado, recontrarse cun mesmo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-2538348239407861638?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/2538348239407861638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=2538348239407861638&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/2538348239407861638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/2538348239407861638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/07/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ro7MlE1sHkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6S_PDVncyU/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-7633178476329100651</id><published>2007-04-30T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:13:28.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Cuestionario de Proust</title><content type='html'>Despois duns dias sen atender moito o blog, recibo unha petición de &lt;a href="http://marelua.blogaliza.org"&gt;MareLúa&lt;/a&gt;, responder a un cuestionario, aqui van as miñas respostas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O principal rasgo do meu  carácter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pois que acabo rindome de todo, son bastante paiasa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿A calidade que prefiro nun  home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A honestidade, por riba de tódalas demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿A calidade que desexo nunha  muller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que me faga rir, e que sexa sincera, que non pase indiferente a ninguén  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O que máis aprecio nos meus  amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que sempre están ahi, non lles importa que hora sexa, sei que os podo chamar as 4 da madrugada para contarlles as penas e que atenderán a chamada. A verdade é que estou realmente orgullosa dos meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O meu principal  defecto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois o meu pronto cando me enfado, digamos que non vexo nada do que hai o meu redor, digo as cousas sen pensar, e claro, logo pasa o que pasa. Tamén inflúe que son moi orgullosa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿A miña ocupación  preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Non académica entendo..Bueno pois gústame moitisimo conducir, creo que podería ir a calquer lugar en coche (sempre que conduza eu, que senon me aburro), tamén está leer e ir a bailar salsa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O meu soño de  dicha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois rematar a carrera e escapar da casa dunha vez, ter unha familia, que a xente que quero este ben e sexa feliz...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Cal sería a miña maior  desgraza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uff vaia preguntas que se fan aquí.. de onde as sacaron? pois perder as personas que quero sería unhas das peores desgrazas que me poderían ocorrer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que quixera  ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois ata os 17 anos quixen ser veterinaria ou médico, agora a miña prioridade é rematar empresariales e logo xa se verá, ainda que me inclino por auditoría&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Onde desexaría  vivir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En calquera lugar, pero sempre preto do meu mozo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿A cor que  prefiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depende bastante de día, para vestir gústame moito o negro, para o resto das cousas o azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿A flor que  prefiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calquera que sexa branca, ainda que a miña favorita son os tulipáns, gústanme pola súa sencillez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O paxaro que  prefiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm non me gustan demasiado os paxaros a verdade, quédome con calquera que viva en libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus autores preferidos en  prosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Allende, Ken Follet, Noah Gordon, Ildefonso Falcones.. Creo que leo demasiado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus poetas  preferidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neruda, será moi típico, pero é o que mais me gusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus heroes de  ficción?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pois a verdade que Homer simpson, porque é capaz de manter unha familia cun traballo modesto, sendo o vago número 1, sen estudios e emborrachándose continuamente no bar de Moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿As miñas heroínas de  ficción?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge Simpson, por aguantar un home coma Homer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus compositores  preferidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Luis Eduardo Aute é un deles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus pintores  predilectos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teño certa predileccion por Velazquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus heroes da vida  real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu avó. Foise para Arxentina moi noviño, e regresou cunha familia e con mil proxectos na mente. Foi todo un avanzado o seu tempo, gran debuxante e matemático&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿As miñas heroínas  históricas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Direi Maria Pita&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Os meus nomes  favoritos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de home Manuel ou Nicolás, de muller: Aitana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que detesto máis que  nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mmm ter a alguén o lado que se está a morder as uñas, desquiciame un pouco si&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que caracteres históricos desprezo  máis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois as guerras&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que feito militar admiro  máis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sinceramente ningún&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que reforma admiro  máis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Admiraría que dunha vez por todas se reformase a constitución española, que xa vai quedando algo vella...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Que dons naturais quixeras  ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A verdade é que sempre quixen ter un lado artístico para a píntura como tiña o meu avó, para de facer calquera cousa con dúas liñas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Como me gustaría  morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De momento non me gustaria morrer a verdade, pero se non queda outra, que sexa de vella, rodeada dos fillos e netos, gustaríame morrer en paz e sen ningún tipo de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Estado presente do meu  espírito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un estado constante de nervios pola proximidade dos exames, polo demais bastante ben, con dias bos e dias malos, pero non me podo queixar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Feitos que me inspiran máis  indulxencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Creo que todo é perdonable, tardase mais ou menos. As unicas persoas que non podería perdoar son os asasinos e terroristas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿O meu lema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arrepíntete do que fixeches, non do que deixaches de facer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-7633178476329100651?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/7633178476329100651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=7633178476329100651&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7633178476329100651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7633178476329100651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/04/cuestionario-de-proust.html' title='Cuestionario de Proust'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-7752487494956587319</id><published>2007-04-03T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:16:30.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Campaña Durex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RhJhG9I8g9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NxEMW3DJllQ/s1600-h/durex-play-vibrations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204904354939858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RhJhG9I8g9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NxEMW3DJllQ/s320/durex-play-vibrations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RhJfrtI8g8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DmFMHRPFHjI/s1600-h/condones.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049203336691876802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RhJfrtI8g8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DmFMHRPFHjI/s320/condones.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A marca Durex busca testeadores de condóns e lubricantes, a cambio ofrece 735 euros. é unha verdadera mágoa que aquí non fagan esta campaña, por que mais de un (inclúome) desexaría probar tódala súa gama de productos, e ainda por riba que te paguen, o dito, unha pena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que en España non se fan este tipo de propostas? somos tan conservadores que estaría mal visto? A min, sin dúbida algunha pareceme unha boa estratexia de animar a población a usar este tipo de productos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ler a noticia completa: &lt;a href="http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/218671/0/durex/probadores/condones/"&gt;Aquí&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/854352666458140477-7752487494956587319?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/7752487494956587319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=7752487494956587319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7752487494956587319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7752487494956587319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/04/campaa-durex.html' title='Campaña Durex'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RhJhG9I8g9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/NxEMW3DJllQ/s72-c/durex-play-vibrations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-3667298150158208149</id><published>2007-03-28T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:35:25.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Rgre29I8g7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ky8vT6Tqzrw/s1600-h/lagrima350x245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047091368128447410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Rgre29I8g7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ky8vT6Tqzrw/s320/lagrima350x245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoxe teño ganas de chorar, por aquelas palabras non ditas a tempo, por todolos momentos desperdiciados e por toda a presión dos ultimos meses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por todo e por nada. Mañá será outro día&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-3667298150158208149?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/3667298150158208149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=3667298150158208149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3667298150158208149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3667298150158208149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/03/lgrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Rgre29I8g7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ky8vT6Tqzrw/s72-c/lagrima350x245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-1325468199174222723</id><published>2007-03-26T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:03:07.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Noticia do día</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SE PROSTITUYE A LOS 73 PARA NO ESTAR SOLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una abuela de 73 años, que logro dejar la prostitucion, tras mas de dos&lt;br /&gt;décadas  de ejercerla en una esquina de Lisboa, dijo a la prensa que ha&lt;br /&gt;vuelto a vender su cuerpo para no sentirse sola.&lt;br /&gt;Tiene hijos y nietos que ignoran su vida"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraído de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20minutos.es/data/edicionimpresa/coruna/07/03/ACOR_26_03_07.pdf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta foi a noticia que me deixou de pedra hoxe, non sei o que mais me sorprende, que a avoa venda o seu corpo, ou que teña clientes. Xa ten que ser triste non ter contacto familiar, canto mais coma para chegar onde chegou esta pobre muller.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-1325468199174222723?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/1325468199174222723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=1325468199174222723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/1325468199174222723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/1325468199174222723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/03/noticia-do-da.html' title='Noticia do día'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-1152885036733534323</id><published>2007-03-14T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:20:59.648Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfiC8XoKQXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lQHNNJxoiGA/s1600-h/1168648192_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041923756487491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfiC8XoKQXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lQHNNJxoiGA/s320/1168648192_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non existen cartos no mundo suficientes para comprar esta sensacion. Síntome 100% afortunada. Pero, ¿Porqué custa tanto espresar os sentimentos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-1152885036733534323?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/1152885036733534323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=1152885036733534323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/1152885036733534323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/1152885036733534323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/03/non-existen-cartos-no-mundo-suficientes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfiC8XoKQXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lQHNNJxoiGA/s72-c/1168648192_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-3292388252374937484</id><published>2007-03-13T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:57:12.242Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfafdHoKQWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dTCBkf1pGcs/s1600-h/veleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041392155500364130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfafdHoKQWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dTCBkf1pGcs/s320/veleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Se queres que algo cambie, comenza cambiando ti mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-3292388252374937484?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/3292388252374937484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=3292388252374937484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3292388252374937484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3292388252374937484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/03/se-queres-que-algo-cambie-comenza.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RfafdHoKQWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dTCBkf1pGcs/s72-c/veleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-6289110081832691732</id><published>2007-03-03T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:07:34.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RenjgdS7q5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZQjRkYvjaXU/s1600-h/782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037807804949965714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RenjgdS7q5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZQjRkYvjaXU/s320/782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RenfgNS7q4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/j-ogWa8zHJk/s1600-h/8077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Quero ser a musa dos teus soños mais húmidos, raiña de tódalas perversións"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foto: Pascal Renoux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-6289110081832691732?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/6289110081832691732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=6289110081832691732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/6289110081832691732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/6289110081832691732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/03/quero-ser-musa-dos-teus-soos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RenjgdS7q5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZQjRkYvjaXU/s72-c/782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-4617951133102979135</id><published>2007-02-26T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:31:38.105Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/ReNDIDnBZBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KA1L5evHV4/s1600-h/565088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035942614017336338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/ReNDIDnBZBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KA1L5evHV4/s320/565088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gala dos Oscar 2007,  Zandra Rhodes, diseñadora de vestuario. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pobre non se decatara de que o entroido xa rematou...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foto: 20 minutos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-4617951133102979135?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/4617951133102979135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=4617951133102979135&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4617951133102979135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4617951133102979135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/02/gala-dos-oscar-2007-zandra-rhodes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/ReNDIDnBZBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6KA1L5evHV4/s72-c/565088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-5752143687040187209</id><published>2007-02-21T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:39:38.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Entroido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdxmhznBZAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ruyq_pilfM/s1600-h/P2170011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034011214468965378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdxmhznBZAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ruyq_pilfM/s320/P2170011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pódese dicir, que levo festexando o entroido soamente os últimos 5 anos. Cando era pequena, odiábao, aborrecianme os disfraces, as carrozas, a xente agolpada pola rúa, os cativos eses que van con un buzo tirando petardos e cos sprays (Ben, a eses os sigo odiando)..Pero cando tiña 17 anos comencei a disfrazarme coas miñas amigas por Vilalba, e curiosamente, a día de hoxe adoro o entroido, é unha festa que comenzamos a preparar con bastante tempo de antelación, de feito, xa sabemos de que no imos a disfranzar o ano proximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos uns pequenos requisitos, o principal e o de facernos un disfraz mais ben caseiro, ou dito doutra forma, o noso presuposto aproximado por ano son 2€, ainda que pareza incrible, utilizamos roupa vella e moitixima imaxinación, un ano disfrazámonos de musas gregas, outro, de bonecas chochonas, de hippies, e este último de vaqueiras, soamente disfrazámonos 3, pero o ben que o pasamos non ten prezo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.D.: Aquí os deixo a foto deste ano, onde aparecemos as 3 de vaqueiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/854352666458140477-5752143687040187209?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/5752143687040187209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=5752143687040187209&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5752143687040187209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5752143687040187209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/02/entroido.html' title='Entroido'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdxmhznBZAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ruyq_pilfM/s72-c/P2170011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-7733318764818920883</id><published>2007-02-14T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:19:52.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSX4LnHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9raqy8l0fgo/s1600-h/Septiembre+2005+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031174303897820210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSX4LnHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9raqy8l0fgo/s320/Septiembre+2005+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSYYLnHEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/crfwJwQFh2A/s1600-h/Octubre+2005+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031174312487754818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSYYLnHEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/crfwJwQFh2A/s320/Octubre+2005+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSYYLnHFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_Gw523wk2JU/s1600-h/Octubre+2005+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031174312487754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSYYLnHFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_Gw523wk2JU/s320/Octubre+2005+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teño unha extraña afición dende hai moitos anos, que é a de sacar fotos a carteis, nomes de rúas ou publicidade con cousas curiosase que me chamen bastante a atención.&lt;br /&gt;Este post, o primeiro desde o mes de xaneiro, quero compartir algunhas das fotos que saquei en Lugo e provincia, Tanto Lugo coma Santiago son as miñas ciudades preferidas para atopar cousas coma estas, xa que coñezo mellor a provincia de Lugo, adico este post os 3 carteis que mais me chamaron a atención.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira foto: Está feita no Muiño do Rañego, en Vilalba&lt;br /&gt;A segunda e a terceira son de San Froilan 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-7733318764818920883?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/7733318764818920883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=7733318764818920883&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7733318764818920883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/7733318764818920883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/02/teo-unha-extraa-aficin-dende-hai-moitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RdJSX4LnHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9raqy8l0fgo/s72-c/Septiembre+2005+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-3166751758909506064</id><published>2007-01-16T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:16:53.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Ventanal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ra1Om8wQVQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c0WO9gwgb3g/s1600-h/ventanal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020755590638490882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ra1Om8wQVQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c0WO9gwgb3g/s320/ventanal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amplio ventanal, para poder mirar o futuro con claridade e perspectiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-3166751758909506064?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/3166751758909506064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=3166751758909506064&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3166751758909506064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/3166751758909506064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/01/ventanal.html' title='Ventanal'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/Ra1Om8wQVQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c0WO9gwgb3g/s72-c/ventanal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-4329990369144552358</id><published>2007-01-08T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:04:15.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Volta a rutina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RaK_bfbOFPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DbfgFAGaQxg/s1600-h/300px-Graz_University-Library_reading-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017783413857195250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RaK_bfbOFPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DbfgFAGaQxg/s320/300px-Graz_University-Library_reading-room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despois do Nadal, alí están, esperándome sigilosos.. Os meus amigos os examenes de febreiro xa estan ameazándome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora é tempo de agobio, estress, ansiedade, falta de tempo.. e de altas dosis de paciencia, cafe, mate ou sucedáneos..&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/854352666458140477-4329990369144552358?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/4329990369144552358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=4329990369144552358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4329990369144552358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4329990369144552358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/01/volta-rutina.html' title='Volta a rutina'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RaK_bfbOFPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DbfgFAGaQxg/s72-c/300px-Graz_University-Library_reading-room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-5022544250255464532</id><published>2007-01-04T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:27:34.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZ16tOd_UOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6wXmeYcfWKY/s1600-h/bosque%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016300477357183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZ16tOd_UOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6wXmeYcfWKY/s320/bosque%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escápate conmigo e perdámonos no bosque..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-5022544250255464532?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/5022544250255464532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=5022544250255464532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5022544250255464532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5022544250255464532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2007/01/perderame-por-aqu-sabendo-que-t-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZ16tOd_UOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6wXmeYcfWKY/s72-c/bosque%252001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-2155467656864024793</id><published>2006-12-30T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:13:43.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Rir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.jbnightology.com/christmascard/playerXmas.swf?id=831805462"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.jbnightology.com/christmascard/playerXmas.swf?id=831805462" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi unha das cousas que mais me fixeron rir esta semana. A miña compañeira Anita e damasiado para as felicitacions de nadal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-2155467656864024793?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/2155467656864024793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=2155467656864024793&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/2155467656864024793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/2155467656864024793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-rir.html' title='Para Rir'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-6357112468142126349</id><published>2006-12-29T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:56:50.124Z</updated><title type='text'>Decisións</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZRnkM3oFVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o4-LR7lqVRQ/s1600-h/camino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013746156797695314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZRnkM3oFVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o4-LR7lqVRQ/s320/camino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pregúntome cal será o camiño correcto..&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/854352666458140477-6357112468142126349?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/6357112468142126349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=6357112468142126349&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/6357112468142126349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/6357112468142126349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/decisins.html' title='Decisións'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZRnkM3oFVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o4-LR7lqVRQ/s72-c/camino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-5118910609569911608</id><published>2006-12-26T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:32:18.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Realidade..ou Ficción?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNc3oFPI/AAAAAAAAADU/y7WGedZNDO8/s1600-h/Imagen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012626463118595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNc3oFPI/AAAAAAAAADU/y7WGedZNDO8/s320/Imagen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNc3oFQI/AAAAAAAAADc/LwUmoBiz__8/s1600-h/Imagen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012626463118595330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNc3oFQI/AAAAAAAAADc/LwUmoBiz__8/s320/Imagen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFRI/AAAAAAAAADk/j7SyMZ7TQHQ/s1600-h/Imagen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012626467413562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFRI/AAAAAAAAADk/j7SyMZ7TQHQ/s320/Imagen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/zst3zfbEd8I/s1600-h/Imagen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012626467413562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/zst3zfbEd8I/s320/Imagen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXZqDWo_u3E/s1600-h/Imagen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012626467413562674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNs3oFTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXZqDWo_u3E/s320/Imagen5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chámase Julian Beever e é un artista británico que pinta con tiza nas rúas, as súas obras están cheas de realidade, pois, según o ángulo no que se miren, parece que teñen 3 dimensións.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí deixo as miñas favoritas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-5118910609569911608?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/5118910609569911608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=5118910609569911608&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5118910609569911608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5118910609569911608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/realidadeou-ficcin.html' title='Realidade..ou Ficción?'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBtNc3oFPI/AAAAAAAAADU/y7WGedZNDO8/s72-c/Imagen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-5897336527735364878</id><published>2006-12-25T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:28:27.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de Chuvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBcyc3oFII/AAAAAAAAACM/zO5UiRXm24k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012608407076082818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBcyc3oFII/AAAAAAAAACM/zO5UiRXm24k/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hai algo que me gusta de verdade e ver chover, sentir coma as gotas de chuvia esvaran por a fiestra, non sei moi ben porqué, pero para min, ten un efecto romántico moi intenso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-5897336527735364878?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/5897336527735364878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=5897336527735364878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5897336527735364878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5897336527735364878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/tempo-de-chuvia.html' title='Tempo de Chuvia'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZBcyc3oFII/AAAAAAAAACM/zO5UiRXm24k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-1670316857280403679</id><published>2006-12-25T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:46:35.799Z</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZAAQs3oFGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qk-1Cw2yM88/s1600-h/horizonte.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012506672185742434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZAAQs3oFGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qk-1Cw2yM88/s320/horizonte.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ollar no Horizonte para descubrir novos camiños&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-1670316857280403679?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RZAAQs3oFGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qk-1Cw2yM88/s72-c/horizonte.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-4460529141227049809</id><published>2006-12-21T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:40:09.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Anciano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYsM_c3oFFI/AAAAAAAAABs/mNvNn_4ykww/s1600-h/070506anciano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011113294600606802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYsM_c3oFFI/AAAAAAAAABs/mNvNn_4ykww/s320/070506anciano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada arruga é toda unha experiencia por contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-4460529141227049809?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/4460529141227049809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=4460529141227049809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4460529141227049809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/4460529141227049809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/anciano.html' title='Anciano'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYsM_c3oFFI/AAAAAAAAABs/mNvNn_4ykww/s72-c/070506anciano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-8273762614455273143</id><published>2006-12-20T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:50:06.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Nadal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYmubc3oFEI/AAAAAAAAABg/C3vH3Rngz0o/s1600-h/feliz-navidad-2005_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010727847055594562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYmubc3oFEI/AAAAAAAAABg/C3vH3Rngz0o/s320/feliz-navidad-2005_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xa chega o Nadal,e con él, o consumismo, a falsedade e a hipocresía. Nestas fechas non existen os ranconres que temos durante todo o ano, solo hai lugar para bicos e abrazos, xuntanzas familiares non desexadas, grandes compras...Cada ano que pasa gustame menos o Nadal, moito me temo de que tereille que buscar un novo significado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-8273762614455273143?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/8273762614455273143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=8273762614455273143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/8273762614455273143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/8273762614455273143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/nadal.html' title='Nadal'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYmubc3oFEI/AAAAAAAAABg/C3vH3Rngz0o/s72-c/feliz-navidad-2005_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-5297485736370284545</id><published>2006-12-16T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:56:57.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYROes3oFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gB-ScfGjkM/s1600-h/Tango-BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009214974890349602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYROes3oFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gB-ScfGjkM/s320/Tango-BA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYROes3oFDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ncUeVBV1RjE/s1600-h/tango-freiburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009214974890349618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYROes3oFDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ncUeVBV1RjE/s320/tango-freiburg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baile mais sensual, provocador e erótico de tódolos tempos, naceu en Buenos Aires, Arxentina,Nos  seus comenzos asociado a prostitutas e camareiras. Hoxe, todo un fenómeno social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854352666458140477-5297485736370284545?l=natyara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/feeds/5297485736370284545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=854352666458140477&amp;postID=5297485736370284545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5297485736370284545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854352666458140477/posts/default/5297485736370284545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyara.blogspot.com/2006/12/tango.html' title='Tango'/><author><name>Natyara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089488384238207769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYROes3oFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gB-ScfGjkM/s72-c/Tango-BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854352666458140477.post-3939725668388695987</id><published>2006-12-16T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:31:16.763Z</updated><title type='text'>O erotismo o longo do último século</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLM3oE9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/08369KnLlYc/s1600-h/epoca_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009209142324761554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLM3oE9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/08369KnLlYc/s320/epoca_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLM3oE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kg8BjItkeZA/s1600-h/monroe-marilyn-the-legend-4800018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009209142324761570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLM3oE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kg8BjItkeZA/s320/monroe-marilyn-the-legend-4800018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oE_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/MSw_V_bJMg8/s1600-h/ANDRESS_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009209146619728882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oE_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/MSw_V_bJMg8/s320/ANDRESS_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oFAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXrgLbIPFd8/s1600-h/0,,6452594,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009209146619728898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oFAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXrgLbIPFd8/s320/0,,6452594,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oFBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qA1K6CgAsN8/s1600-h/cibeles_anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009209146619728914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcJrb7_E4Aw/RYRJLc3oFBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qA1K6CgAsN8/s320/cibeles_anorexia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Púxose de moda a delgadez extrema. 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