<?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-5348189957852526238</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:35:50.786-08:00</updated><category term='y filisofia de vida'/><category term='Escultura'/><category term='fer'/><category term='Corazon 56cmx71cm Miguel Sorto 09'/><category term='bois'/><category term='14cm X 14cm X 25cm'/><category term='La clave.  Covre sobre hielo. 18cmx10cmx2cm'/><category term='4kilos'/><category term='Pensamientos'/><category term='Hiero'/><category term='plastique'/><category term='Montage visual'/><title type='text'>La Bicicleta</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque esta bitacora: pues para compartir con ustedes, Familia y amigos. Pensamientos,experiencias de vida, mis novedades artisticas, mis proyectos socio-culturales etc. Pero sobre todo para crear reflexion y/o accion. 
El Nombre??? La Bicicleta, simple forma parte de mi infancia, innumerables lindos recuerdos. Y sobre todo resume mi forma de ver la vida. Martener el equilibrio, esquibar obtaculos, arreglar un pinchaso, frenar a tiempo...ah!!! y recuerda: en bicicleta, siempre un CASCO!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-9194216250266294896</id><published>2012-02-01T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:35:50.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0-0</title><content type='html'>El encuentro con otro ser humano es un proceso de aprendizaje. El cual puede llevarnos a la destrucción o a la reconstrucción del uno mismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-9194216250266294896?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/9194216250266294896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/9194216250266294896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2012/02/0-0.html' title='0-0'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5655556016023170545</id><published>2011-04-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:30:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora</title><content type='html'>Despues de varios dia perdido.., me encuertro en un espacio vacio.&lt;br /&gt;lleno de no se que, con ganas de no se cuanto...&lt;br /&gt;sin saber a donde voy y porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con ganas de seguir, con ganar de parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se porque estoy pero sigo sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;por inercia, por deseo, porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supongo por algo que me sale de muy adentro&lt;br /&gt;y que sigo sin comprender..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por que me dan la gana de hacer tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIEMPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5655556016023170545?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5655556016023170545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5655556016023170545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahora.html' title='Ahora'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-3391055261545814488</id><published>2010-12-23T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:59:47.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msg_100001199193505_1417217080" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;Lo que deseo no esta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_100001199193505_3716975282" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;y la que kiero no la veo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_100001199193505_2245350095" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;por lo tanto bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-3391055261545814488?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3391055261545814488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3391055261545814488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/12/bien.html' title='Bien'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7207609643548949058</id><published>2010-11-10T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:44:33.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Un arbre qui tombe fait plus de bruit qu'une forêt qui pousse" esto lo escuche hoy. Sin comentarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7207609643548949058?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7207609643548949058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7207609643548949058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-arbre-qui-tombe-fait-plus-de-bruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-4781321488861712384</id><published>2010-11-08T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:49:33.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Lo que me preocupa no es que me hayas mentido, sino que, de ahora en adelante, ya no podré creer en ti.  &lt;/span&gt;Hernan Muñoz&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;AGAPE  (Griego) = Un tipo de amor incondicional y reflexivo.&lt;br /&gt;Por  eso te miento... padre a hijo o hijo a padre. Hombre a mujer. Mujer a  mujer, Hombre a hombre... Quien miente? tu a ti o tu a mi?&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;MI&lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-4781321488861712384?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4781321488861712384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4781321488861712384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/11/lo-que-me-preocupa-no-es-que-me-hayas.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-6779522694749717308</id><published>2010-10-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:32:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que vivan los muertos...</title><content type='html'>Que el dia de los muertos reviva a los mas vivivos,&lt;br /&gt;y los otros que sigan muertos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-6779522694749717308?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6779522694749717308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6779522694749717308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-vivan-los-muertos.html' title='Que vivan los muertos...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5383799844571739898</id><published>2010-10-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:15:34.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy después de varios días de reposo, vuelvo a nacer. Con una nueva vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ya casi no pienso mas en ustedes... Los que me enfermaron.  Ahora solo pienso en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cura, para los mios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los quiero, casi igual... pero ahora se olvidar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5383799844571739898?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5383799844571739898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5383799844571739898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoy-despues-de-varios-dias-de-reposo.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7886936094166841541</id><published>2010-08-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:01:55.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 muros</title><content type='html'>Estoy entre&lt;br /&gt;4 muros,&lt;br /&gt;conectado con tu existencia&lt;br /&gt;prisionero de mis  sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;traisionado por mis emosiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deseando te&lt;br /&gt;pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;lo que pareceia una prision&lt;br /&gt;es el canal unico donde&lt;br /&gt;te puedo verte, sentirte, olerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no me dan ganas de salir&lt;br /&gt;porque pierdo la sintonia&lt;br /&gt;pierdo la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;te pierdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy en la intinidad de 4 muros&lt;br /&gt;viendote, sintiendote, imaginandote&lt;br /&gt;en cada esquina estas tu, en cada milimetro cuadrado&lt;br /&gt;estas tu.&lt;br /&gt;estoy en la intimidad contigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7886936094166841541?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7886936094166841541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7886936094166841541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-muros.html' title='4 muros'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2875126531003317324</id><published>2010-04-09T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:15:52.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_175034439" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;estoy tomando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_175034439" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;TU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_2189645331" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;No..,  Perdon estoy TOMANdo té&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_4052744716" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;regala Té&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_3653949815" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;vino o No vino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_1561877442" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;y si vino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000715575030_1001868816" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Té&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2875126531003317324?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2875126531003317324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2875126531003317324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/04/estoy-tomando-tu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-6646161311694470284</id><published>2010-04-07T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:45:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy...</title><content type='html'>De la familia donde se encontro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la politica y el artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde los ojos se cruzaron.., y el resto...&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;           y el resto es historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, el resto soy yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parecia nada mas que una hypocrecia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           donde los ojos se crusaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El resto no se sabe lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si                         historia, politica o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy de donde quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay veces que soy politica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un color y una bandera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay veces que soy artista,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un intrumento magico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hace y deshace la politica y la historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay  veces que no soy nada mas que yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida sin sentido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-6646161311694470284?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6646161311694470284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6646161311694470284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/04/soy.html' title='Soy...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-8330478015393882115</id><published>2010-03-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:18:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor es verdad?</title><content type='html'>Es verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo que la verdad es difil a encontrar, ahi veces toma toda una vida y mas para encontrarlos:&lt;br /&gt;El amor,&lt;br /&gt;La verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentido a la vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-8330478015393882115?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8330478015393882115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8330478015393882115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-amor-es-verdad.html' title='El amor es verdad?'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5854972677169303635</id><published>2009-12-31T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:06:13.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De ahora en adelante</title><content type='html'>Cuidare de mi consiencia, afrontare mis miedos para poder ser mas libre.&lt;br /&gt;abrire la puerta a los errores, para que la verdad se cuele entre ellos, dejare la vida darme todas las oportunidades de vivir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5854972677169303635?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5854972677169303635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5854972677169303635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ahora-en-adelante.html' title='De ahora en adelante'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7826568462462384301</id><published>2009-12-31T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:48:24.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No es bueno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;No es bueno que todo suceda como deseamos porque ser rico no depende de la cantidad de riqueza que se posee, sino del equilibrio entre bienes y necesarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El unico egoismo aceptable es el procurar que todos esten bien para estar uno mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5348189957852526238-7826568462462384301?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7826568462462384301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7826568462462384301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-es-bueno.html' title='No es bueno...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2603507350387511216</id><published>2009-12-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:52:45.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La sopa</title><content type='html'>Un cucharada de Amor, no cualquier amor, el que se siente cuando todo va mal.&lt;br /&gt;Ese amor junto con un poco de miseria.&lt;br /&gt;A eso le agregas, ajo y sal&lt;br /&gt;segun el gusto.&lt;br /&gt;Unas patatas, un buen pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que chupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mas amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que le aproveche!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2603507350387511216?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2603507350387511216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2603507350387511216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-sopa.html' title='La sopa'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7605537443512234411</id><published>2009-11-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:49:38.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y filisofia de vida'/><title type='text'>Solo tengo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Tengo lo que deseo, el resto lo tienen ustedes. Los que no quiero: lo regalo, lo comparto, o lo cambio... Que quieres??? Ahi de todo, para todos y si no lo tienes es porque alguien mas lo necesita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7605537443512234411?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7605537443512234411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7605537443512234411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/solo-tengo.html' title='Solo tengo...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5310389376895782747</id><published>2009-11-13T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:37:09.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4kilos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14cm X 14cm X 25cm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiero'/><title type='text'>Danza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3QTCnRmvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UN7JmuJp8hE/s1600-h/Photos-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3QTCnRmvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UN7JmuJp8hE/s320/Photos-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403704153452157682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5310389376895782747?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5310389376895782747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5310389376895782747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_13.html' title='Danza'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3QTCnRmvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UN7JmuJp8hE/s72-c/Photos-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5970009979314152755</id><published>2009-11-13T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:35:03.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montage visual'/><title type='text'>Munigote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3KWmao5KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JnKhrXTfoM/s1600-h/Photos-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3KWmao5KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JnKhrXTfoM/s320/Photos-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403697617532675234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5970009979314152755?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5970009979314152755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5970009979314152755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Munigote'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3KWmao5KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JnKhrXTfoM/s72-c/Photos-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2324188063702956720</id><published>2009-10-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:04:02.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La clave.  Covre sobre hielo. 18cmx10cmx2cm'/><title type='text'>La clave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3JfIVs4AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80IWRI4HmsA/s1600-h/La+clave+en+blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3JfIVs4AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80IWRI4HmsA/s320/La+clave+en+blanco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403696664566095874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/SuMCJXcteBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x5pQD9sNCZk/s1600-h/La+clave.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2324188063702956720?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2324188063702956720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2324188063702956720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-clave.html' title='La clave'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/Sv3JfIVs4AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80IWRI4HmsA/s72-c/La+clave+en+blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-6311438015493333354</id><published>2009-10-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:51:16.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corazon 56cmx71cm Miguel Sorto 09'/><title type='text'>Corazon, no pares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/SuGz_9AgZrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fnc1tlGggT0/s1600-h/EL+coarazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/SuGz_9AgZrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fnc1tlGggT0/s320/EL+coarazon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395791739856381618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obra realisada en el periodo otoño 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-6311438015493333354?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6311438015493333354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6311438015493333354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/10/corazon-no-pares.html' title='Corazon, no pares...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/SuGz_9AgZrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fnc1tlGggT0/s72-c/EL+coarazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2567801577292261070</id><published>2009-10-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:57:25.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida o ma muerte</title><content type='html'>La vida sin filosofia, no es vida&lt;br /&gt;y sin poetas no ahi filosofia escrita&lt;br /&gt;usted mi poeta  es mi filosofia de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo que digo no es vida,&lt;br /&gt;es filosofia de vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2567801577292261070?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2567801577292261070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2567801577292261070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-vida-o-ma-muerte.html' title='La vida o ma muerte'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-6675635516413907620</id><published>2009-08-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:03:24.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramon Ortega</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;a name="Verdades Amargas"&gt;Verdades                                    Amargas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;" &gt;                                 &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                 &lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Yo no quiero mirar                                    lo que he mirado&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;a través del cristal                                    de la experiencia,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;el mundo es un                                    mercado donde se compran&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;honores, voluntades                                    y conciencias.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;dt&gt;Amigos... es                                    mentira... no hay amigos&lt;/dt&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;dt&gt;la verdadera amistad                                    es ilusión&lt;/dt&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;dt&gt;ella cambia, se                                    aleja y reaparece&lt;/dt&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;dt&gt;con los giros que da                                    la situación.&lt;/dt&gt;                                   &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Amigos complacientes                                    sólo tienen&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;los que disfrutan de                                    ventura y calma,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;pero aquellos que                                    abate el infortunio,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;sólo llevan                                    tristezas en el alma.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Si estamos bien nos                                    tratan con cariño,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;nos buscan, nos                                    invitan, nos adulan,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;mas si acaso caemos,                                    francamente&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;sólo por                                    cumplimiento nos saludan.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;En este laberinto de                                    la vida,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;donde tanto domina                                    la maldad,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;todo tiene su precio                                    estipulado,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;amores, parentesco y                                    amistad.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;El que nada atesora,                                    nada vale,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;en toda reunión pasa                                    por necio;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;y por nobles que sus                                    hechos sean,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;solo alcanzan la                                    burla y el desprecio.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Lo que brilla no mas                                    tiene cabida&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;aunque brille por                                    oro lo que es cobre,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;lo que no perdonamos                                    en la vida&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;es el atroz delito                                    de ser pobre&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;La estupidez, el                                    vicio y hasta el crimen&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;pueden tener su                                    precio señalado.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Las llagas del                                    defecto no se miran&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;si las cubre un                                    diamante bien cortado.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;La sociedad que                                    adora su desdoro&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;persigue con su saña                                    al criminal&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;mas si el puñal del                                    asesino es de oro,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;enmudece... y el                                    juez besa el puñal.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Nada humano es                                    perfecto, nada afable,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;todo está con lo                                    impuro entremezclado.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;El mismo corazón con                                    ser tan noble&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;cuantas veces se                                    encuentra enmascarado.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Que existe la                                    virtud... yo no lo niego,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;pero siempre en                                    conjunto defectuoso,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;hay rasgos de virtud                                    en el malvado&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;hay rasgos de maldad                                    en el virtuoso.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Cuando veo en mi                                    paso tanta infamia,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;manchándome la                                    planta de tanto lodo,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;ganas me dan de                                    maldecir la vida&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;ganas me dan de                                    maldecirlo todo.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;A nadie habrá de                                    herir lo que aquí digo,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;porque ceñido a la                                    verdad estoy.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Me dieron a beber                                    hiel y veneno&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;hiel y veneno en                                    recompensa doy.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;Pero si tengo la                                    palabra tosca&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;con estas líneas                                    turbias y sin nombre,&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;doblando las                                    rodillas en el polvo&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;pido perdón a                                    Dios... pero no al hombre.&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman,Times New Roman;" &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times New Roman;"&gt;                                  &lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman,Times New Roman;" &gt;                                &lt;dd&gt;                                 &lt;dir&gt;                                   &lt;dir&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;                                     &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva,Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                        &lt;dt&gt;Ramón Ortega -hondureño-&lt;/dt&gt;                                       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-6675635516413907620?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6675635516413907620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/6675635516413907620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramon-ortega.html' title='Ramon Ortega'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-1703350083417002036</id><published>2008-10-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:12:42.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria dimencional</title><content type='html'>Vivimos en la 4 dimencion.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra inteligencia humana nos prueva cientificamente que ahi 10.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkxieS-6WuA&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tomo el tiempo para imaginarme realmente en la 7 dimencion haciendo otra cosa y en otro parte del mundo. Es estar y vivir esa dimencion, sin darme realmente cuenta. Y pensar que imagine esa situacion sin realmante vivirla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teoria&lt;br /&gt;Tendriamos que creer mas en nuestra imaginacion, sentir realmante ese desplasamiento, entrar en trance y transportarse, y vivir. Por medio de la meditacion como la llave que nos habre la puerta a el control de nuestras dimenciones paralelas, como en nuestros sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Son  las vidas paralelas  o dimenciones astrales, que  se reflejan en  nuestro consiente y que podemos modificar a nuestor gusto. Quien no a controlado uno de sus sueños o su propia imaginacion? provar, es increible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-1703350083417002036?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1703350083417002036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1703350083417002036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/10/teoria-dimencional.html' title='Teoria dimencional'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2634267183329790917</id><published>2008-09-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:00:38.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LNGUAJ</title><content type='html'>Y es que compr'arte la ropa mas d moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puede ser un lnguaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE BIEN QUE TE QUEDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunicarse sin hablar es ARTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no puedes comunik´arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compraté otra cosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economia de consumo&lt;br /&gt;QUE ARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2634267183329790917?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2634267183329790917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2634267183329790917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/09/lnguaj.html' title='LNGUAJ'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-4059221989985004431</id><published>2008-09-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:12:37.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TREATRENLLUITA</title><content type='html'>El mundo, sistema, como lo quieras llamar. Siempre, siempre a estado atemorisado, a frontar el miedo. yo lo lamo ¨Miedo Movil¨, o MM.&lt;br /&gt;Solo para nombrar algunos de los MMs y supuestos fines del mundo, mencionados en el pasado, La primera guerra mundial, la segunda, la guerra fria, el cambio a este siglo, (Año 2000) incluso el SIDA, cancer y antrax, la gripe alias, eran y son grandes amenasa al fin de la humanidad. Ahora el cambio climatico, mas muchos otros factores acumulados por la historia de la humanidad. guerras, enfermedades, etc... incluso algunos dicen ahora en 2012, otros en menos de un siglo esto abra acabado. y talves es este MM el que en realidad mantiene este planeta... Sin él, nada, ni nadie cambiaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me asegura, es que estamos en un planeta que desde el principio y segun nuestros mismos estudio humanoides. El big ban, las capas de tierra que se acumulan una sobre la otra, para crea esta surficial, superficie. En la que vivimos ahora. (esto los arqueologos e historiadores te lo explicaran mejor). Este planeta tiene la virtud de recrearse a si mismo, y es por eso que nosotros humanos lo destruimos , por nuestra misma necesidad de morir y nacer de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos unos bichos muy raros, que destruimos nuestras propia almas, cuerpos y mentes, como no podriamos destruir lo que nos redea, inclullendo a quien mas nos quiere, y desea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la misma manera te aseguro que el mundo es mayoritariamente BUENO,  porque si fuesemos en realidad mas malos, que buenos. Esto talvez ya ni existiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El verdadero cambio existe en nosotros mismo, somos la enfermedad y la cura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-4059221989985004431?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4059221989985004431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4059221989985004431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-treatrenlluita.html' title='PARA TREATRENLLUITA'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5180554040706785729</id><published>2008-09-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:40:54.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vitacora!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Capitan Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y navegando me encontre con la isla,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señalava el mapa, con una leyenda;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨Puedo volar, como Frida Kahlo¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorri sus tierras, y vi sus paisajes, que me hacian pensar en ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen!? Frida!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨CARMEN ENSEÑAME A VOLAR COMO TU Y COMO FRIDA.¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite desesperadamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y espere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frida Khalo; pies para que os quiero,.. si tengo alas para volar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5180554040706785729?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5180554040706785729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5180554040706785729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/09/hola-carmen-poesia-barata-vitacora-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-3497784091609342689</id><published>2008-09-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:39:02.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caer</title><content type='html'>La vida es un proceso de aprendizaje.&lt;br /&gt;Caer y levantarse. Una constante inmovil.&lt;br /&gt;Como la de reir y llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Vivir es dificil...&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas dificil es caer y nunca levantarse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-3497784091609342689?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3497784091609342689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3497784091609342689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/09/caer.html' title='Caer'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5810269992225410568</id><published>2008-08-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:11:31.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>La verdad actual es la mentira del futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que la verdad, y la mentira, son amigas de siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y enemigas para siempre....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5810269992225410568?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5810269992225410568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5810269992225410568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-3281373159892126320</id><published>2008-08-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:52:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y si la verdad es relativa</title><content type='html'>La verdad es movil, y synonima de la mentira&lt;br /&gt;quien tiene algo tan presiozo como la verdad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad en absoluta, y en armonia con el cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;quien conose la verdad de cosmo, tambien conose lo insierto e innestable que es.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-3281373159892126320?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3281373159892126320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3281373159892126320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-si-la-verdad-es-relativa.html' title='Y si la verdad es relativa'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2683550501542552898</id><published>2008-08-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:59:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenal</title><content type='html'>¿QUIEN GUARDA A LOS GUARDIANES?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguramente alguien que la esta pasado bien... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2683550501542552898?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2683550501542552898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2683550501542552898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/08/juvenal.html' title='Juvenal'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-3060168596111435243</id><published>2008-08-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:53:27.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no vivo mas aqui...</title><content type='html'>No estoy, ya no vivo mas aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Me fui a un mundo parallelo,&lt;br /&gt;si preguntan por mi,&lt;br /&gt;les dices que les dejo un gran abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;y que los quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se cuando regresare,&lt;br /&gt;seguramente un dia.&lt;br /&gt;Y si por casualidad me vez, innorame&lt;br /&gt;Porque seguramente es otro yo,&lt;br /&gt;quien no te conocera y seguramente te innorará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta mi regreso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-3060168596111435243?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3060168596111435243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3060168596111435243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ya-no-vivo-mas-aqui.html' title='Ya no vivo mas aqui...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-2673614608736951523</id><published>2008-07-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:06:42.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El viajero</title><content type='html'>Es un cometa en orvita,&lt;br /&gt;una estrella fugas,&lt;br /&gt;un desafio personal&lt;br /&gt;una aventura asi lo desconosido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una necesidad existencial&lt;br /&gt;un hombre, una mujer&lt;br /&gt;llegos de curiosidad&lt;br /&gt;y con ganas de mutar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-2673614608736951523?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2673614608736951523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/2673614608736951523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-viajero.html' title='El viajero'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5239905706280702039</id><published>2008-07-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:19:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el pecado de Adam</title><content type='html'>Y es que la ultima vez que escribi&lt;br /&gt;pensava demaciado,&lt;br /&gt;En ti, en ella&lt;br /&gt;y me olvide de mi,&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo soy,&lt;br /&gt;sin  saber como, y si, porque&lt;br /&gt;continue pensando&lt;br /&gt;en todos, en nadie,&lt;br /&gt;en ti, en mi, en ella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5239905706280702039?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5239905706280702039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5239905706280702039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-pecado-de-adam.html' title='el pecado de Adam'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7629461734293769561</id><published>2008-07-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T04:31:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando se mueve un  ladrillo</title><content type='html'>!!caundo un ladrillo se mueve o una piedra o algo que no tiene la capacidad de moverse por si solo.&lt;br /&gt;Es la envidia que se hace sentir!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7629461734293769561?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7629461734293769561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7629461734293769561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuando-se-mueve-un-ladrillo.html' title='cuando se mueve un  ladrillo'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-1743488646553261394</id><published>2008-06-14T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:50:39.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay dos clases de seres humanos</title><content type='html'>Los famaticos y los otros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-1743488646553261394?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1743488646553261394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1743488646553261394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/06/hay-dos-clases-de-seres-humanos.html' title='Hay dos clases de seres humanos'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-8343589969141296477</id><published>2008-05-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:43:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que es el amor?</title><content type='html'>Y esque el amor es algo tan complejo que puede tomar una, dos o muchas vidas para comprenderlo, ahi veces que queremos, y no somos queridos. ahi veces que nos quieren y no queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al final el amor llega si ser esperado, se da si ser bien resivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno del amor es que todos lo sentimos a un momento dado de nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;Espero que el amor este ahora con tigo y con migo y en todo el mundo, para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Para ser sentido, compartido, desea y mal resivido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-8343589969141296477?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8343589969141296477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8343589969141296477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-es-el-amor.html' title='Que es el amor?'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-3645731188379515645</id><published>2008-04-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:10:10.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><content type='html'>Para cambiar  las reglas del juego , tienes que ser  diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨;¨&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-3645731188379515645?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3645731188379515645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/3645731188379515645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/04/diferente.html' title='Diferente'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-1852949240212694625</id><published>2008-03-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:18:49.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGUNTA</title><content type='html'>Tomando en consideracion que:&lt;br /&gt;El conjunto de maquinas que miden el desequilibrio universal son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nuestra mente,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuestro cuerpo, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;y nuestra alma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que hacer para mantener el equilibrio???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-1852949240212694625?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1852949240212694625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1852949240212694625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/03/pregunto.html' title='PREGUNTA'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-261400140360118678</id><published>2008-03-04T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:37:27.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Estoy entre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Un invierno y una primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Un rayo de sol y una rayo de luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;entre el cielo y la tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;entre un si y un no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pero en ningun momento me senti tan bien y  comple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;como entre tus piernas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-261400140360118678?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/261400140360118678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/261400140360118678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/03/entre.html' title='Entre'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-8599121261689068019</id><published>2008-02-26T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:01:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento politico</title><content type='html'>Tengo las esperanza de que este siglo sea decisivo a la posicion politico femenina. Y de que: !!!!De una vez por todas llegemos a ese matriarcal casi absoluto!!!&lt;br /&gt;O como minimo equivalente al patriarcal actual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-8599121261689068019?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8599121261689068019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8599121261689068019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/pensamiento-politico_26.html' title='Pensamiento politico'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-8313249179580200436</id><published>2008-02-23T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:29:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un borracho me dijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Esta vida de sobrio:&lt;br /&gt;Me marea,&lt;br /&gt;me dan ganas de vomitar,&lt;br /&gt;No me deja caminar en linea recta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es  por esto me la bebo toda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-8313249179580200436?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8313249179580200436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8313249179580200436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-borracho-dentro-de-mi.html' title='Un borracho me dijo...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7549241273751992083</id><published>2008-02-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:06:30.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoy  hable con mi futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Puedes arreglar mi presente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me respondio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  !Todo depende de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7549241273751992083?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7549241273751992083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7549241273751992083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy-13-de-febrero.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-4995518093475855965</id><published>2008-02-14T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:38:56.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER o NO SER</title><content type='html'>Yo se que yo no soy nadie,&lt;br /&gt;pero sobre todo se que soy  alguien...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-4995518093475855965?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4995518093475855965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4995518093475855965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-o-no-ser_14.html' title='SER o NO SER'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-1655751151441898542</id><published>2008-02-14T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:06:26.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER o NO SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yo se que yo, no soy nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Pero sobre todo se, que soy  alguien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-1655751151441898542?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1655751151441898542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/1655751151441898542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-o-no-ser.html' title='SER o NO SER'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-7049380839610448611</id><published>2008-02-14T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:01:53.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA DANZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;APOYAMDOME EN TU FORMA SUPREMA&lt;br /&gt;LA DUDA SE TRANSFORMA EN PERFECTO DIALOGO&lt;br /&gt;Y AL COMPAS DE LA MUSICA&lt;br /&gt;TUS FORMAS Y LAS MIAS SE TRANSFORMAN EN UNA SOLA.&lt;br /&gt;PARA DAR VIDA A UN MOVIMIENTO PLENO DE AMOR Y ARMONIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-7049380839610448611?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7049380839610448611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/7049380839610448611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-danza.html' title='LA DANZA'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-4062555542186224017</id><published>2008-02-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:31:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento Politico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ghandi, Mohandas Karamchand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Sra. Racismo,&lt;br /&gt;El Sr. Desigualdad,&lt;br /&gt;Y La familia Intereses economicos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dieron sita, solo para dejar de ser, y dara lugar a un mundo utopico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobre todo. Para ver quien tomaba sus lugares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-4062555542186224017?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4062555542186224017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4062555542186224017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/pensamiento-politico.html' title='Pensamiento Politico'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-4560262107876521328</id><published>2008-02-13T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:23:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamiento politico</title><content type='html'>Ghandi, Mohandas Karamchand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Sra. Racismo,&lt;br /&gt;El Sr. Desigualdad,&lt;br /&gt;Y La familia Intereses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dieron sita en un mundo paralelo, solo para ver quien toma sus lugares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-4560262107876521328?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4560262107876521328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/4560262107876521328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2008/02/pensamiento-politico_13.html' title='pensamiento politico'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-8020106266977796324</id><published>2007-12-13T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:31.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compartir su pasion, es compartir su vida al esta mas puro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R2EVF2m-kCI/AAAAAAAAABo/kk6AoHQnZjM/s1600-h/Se%C3%B1al+Bici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143415439736344610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R2EVF2m-kCI/AAAAAAAAABo/kk6AoHQnZjM/s320/Se%C3%B1al+Bici.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5348189957852526238-8020106266977796324?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8020106266977796324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/8020106266977796324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2007/12/compartir-su-pasion-es-compartir-su.html' title='Compartir su pasion, es compartir su vida al esta mas puro...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R2EVF2m-kCI/AAAAAAAAABo/kk6AoHQnZjM/s72-c/Se%C3%B1al+Bici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-401864425218167649</id><published>2007-11-26T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T04:38:48.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdo</title><content type='html'>Recuerdos&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36abcff7c8c8b30f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36abcff7c8c8b30f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331103824%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61B7FD218447426A28F9E93D5FF560BFF3E518DC.4067BF600BCFC37377F09A5F65D58336360ABDC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36abcff7c8c8b30f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ztKDOGJXZxSEYiE1OdJlIVzxSU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36abcff7c8c8b30f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331103824%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61B7FD218447426A28F9E93D5FF560BFF3E518DC.4067BF600BCFC37377F09A5F65D58336360ABDC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36abcff7c8c8b30f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ztKDOGJXZxSEYiE1OdJlIVzxSU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-401864425218167649?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36abcff7c8c8b30f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/401864425218167649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/401864425218167649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Recuerdo'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348189957852526238.post-5798417088047076229</id><published>2007-11-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:31.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No es necesario ser tan inteligente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R0sKxK_iZ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/z403XiSGo1M/s1600-h/einstein-bici.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;solo tienes que intentarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137211639826900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R0sKxK_iZ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/z403XiSGo1M/s320/einstein-bici.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348189957852526238-5798417088047076229?l=thebicicleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5798417088047076229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348189957852526238/posts/default/5798417088047076229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebicicleta.blogspot.com/2007/11/hasta-el-lo-sabe.html' title='No es necesario ser tan inteligente'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188194741666805041</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/_jXq7D0Fwmso/R0sKxK_iZ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/z403XiSGo1M/s72-c/einstein-bici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
