tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31460762608337395412012-02-16T07:08:29.573-08:00Perseverante por naturaleza.Muero por mi hija, revivo con sus sonrisas.!Amante de aprender, aportar y crecer.CreeSinImponerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04347718232732480348noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146076260833739541.post-2065728631270346642010-12-14T18:50:00.000-08:002011-03-31T06:09:26.848-07:00<style>@font-face { font-family: "Calibri";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQgsuApEODI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eo8SPbq3CDA/s1600/trueke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQgsuApEODI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eo8SPbq3CDA/s320/trueke.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-CL"><span style="color: #073763;">No había notado como el cambio de anden era un verdadero Persa&nbsp; Bio Bio, sino hasta el día que Francisca me dejó esperando casi 2 horas.</span><span id="goog_291441252"></span><span id="goog_291441253"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146076260833739541-206572863127034664?l=eldavicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CreeSinImponerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04347718232732480348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146076260833739541.post-68395613987431713542010-12-13T19:19:00.000-08:002011-03-31T06:07:35.431-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-CL"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Ahora cuando voy en el transantiago, siempre recuerdo el spot de “no meta la mano ahí, no meta la mano “y es raro porque veo a mí alrededor y no todos parecen tan felices como los vi en la Tv.-</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQbiO-c8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yb_KKsBJ4WA/s1600/transantiago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQbiO-c8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yb_KKsBJ4WA/s1600/transantiago.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146076260833739541-6839561398743171354?l=eldavicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CreeSinImponerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04347718232732480348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146076260833739541.post-91858395994675710442010-12-08T17:12:00.000-08:002011-03-31T06:08:45.116-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="entry-content"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Calibri;">Mi perro se llama Gato, pero mi hermano pequeño lo lanzo desde la ventana y no cayó parado , pero aún sigue juguetón.-</span></span></span><span lang="ES-CL" style="color: black;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQAsZZqtMlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ws17bdVH1rE/s1600/catdog.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31v9uftVZOo/TQAsZZqtMlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ws17bdVH1rE/s320/catdog.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146076260833739541-9185839599467571044?l=eldavicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CreeSinImponerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04347718232732480348noreply@blogger.com0