<?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-3075269276994166395</id><updated>2011-11-10T22:45:07.358+01:00</updated><category term='l'/><title type='text'>La esencia de la naranja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6931389258239894552</id><published>2011-11-10T22:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:45:07.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0zGzLTwLQJg/TpqaPHYT6aI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/a6MHB7ezLlk/s1600/IMG_4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 482px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0zGzLTwLQJg/TpqaPHYT6aI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/a6MHB7ezLlk/s1600/IMG_4608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nos hacemos mayores. Tú también lo notas, ¿no? Claro, vaya pregunta. Los sitios ya no están vacíos, vamos llenando de recuerdos cada rincón. Van apareciendo sentimientos nuevos, retos y metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay días en que me sorprendo a mí misma pensando en hace años, en cómo ha cambiado mi vida en tan poco tiempo, y a la vez, qué poquito ha cambiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué voy a decir, sigo siendo un lío andante, pero puede que empiece a entender de qué va esto de hacerse mayor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6931389258239894552?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6931389258239894552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6931389258239894552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/11/nos-hacemos-mayores.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0zGzLTwLQJg/TpqaPHYT6aI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/a6MHB7ezLlk/s72-c/IMG_4608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5678160156411874200</id><published>2011-09-29T19:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:49:40.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U71EYReBC0c/TgxglZnjKAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/akXT1Mfwoiw/s720/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 351px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U71EYReBC0c/TgxglZnjKAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/akXT1Mfwoiw/s720/IMG_1239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari y Takakashi están sentados en los columpios, uno junto al otro, en un parque desierto a altas horas de la madrugada. Takakashi tiene los ojos clavados en el perfil de Mari. En su rostro se lee desconcierto. Prosigue la conversación de antes.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Que no quiere despertarse, dices?&lt;br /&gt;Mari no responde.&lt;br /&gt;¿A qué te refieres?- pregunta él.&lt;br /&gt;Mari enmudece y mira hacia el suelo. Vacila, aún no está preparada para hablar de ello.&lt;br /&gt;- Oye, ¿y qué tal si camináramos un poco? -propone Mari.&lt;br /&gt;- Vale. De acuerdo. Andar es bueno. Anda despacio y bebe mucha agua.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y eso qué es?&lt;br /&gt;- Ése es el lema de mi vida. Anda despacio y bebe mucha agua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5678160156411874200?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5678160156411874200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5678160156411874200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/09/mari-takakashi-estan-sentados-en-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U71EYReBC0c/TgxglZnjKAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/akXT1Mfwoiw/s72-c/IMG_1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1862879697621177057</id><published>2011-09-03T14:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:09:11.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uFHb3H8jKks/TmImBoJiixI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fAlVPaRDw10/s640/IMG_4_775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 466px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uFHb3H8jKks/TmImBoJiixI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fAlVPaRDw10/s640/IMG_4_775.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can colour your life until it fits your own.&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/3075269276994166395-1862879697621177057?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1862879697621177057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1862879697621177057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uFHb3H8jKks/TmImBoJiixI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fAlVPaRDw10/s72-c/IMG_4_775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4760533488548728817</id><published>2011-08-27T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:58:23.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturas de verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K7I6QMQQkAA/TgxgKHK2GMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/LfP4IyY-03Q/s512/IMG_3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K7I6QMQQkAA/TgxgKHK2GMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/LfP4IyY-03Q/s512/IMG_3452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son muchos los hombres que han sufrido moral y espiritualmente del mismo modo que tú. Felizmente, algunos de ellos han dejado constancia de su sufrimiento. Y de ellos aprenderás si lo deseas. Del mismo modo que alguien aprenderá algún día de ti si sabes dejar una huella. Se trata de un hermoso intercambio que no tiene nada que ver con la educación. Es historia. Es poesía."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4760533488548728817?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4760533488548728817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4760533488548728817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/08/son-muchos-los-hombres-que-han-sufrido.html' title='Lecturas de verano'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K7I6QMQQkAA/TgxgKHK2GMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/LfP4IyY-03Q/s72-c/IMG_3452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-496529709823235618</id><published>2011-08-21T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:01:40.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirar piedras al cristal de aquel portal que tu conoces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GNjWYOekLEg/TdBTNVxVEdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/pvBLj8Q4a_A/s720/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 588px; height: 391px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GNjWYOekLEg/TdBTNVxVEdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/pvBLj8Q4a_A/s720/IMG_0788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No sé por qué insistimos en pensar que todo va a acabar siempre mal cuando nunca pasa nada.&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/3075269276994166395-496529709823235618?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/496529709823235618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/496529709823235618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/08/tirar-piedras-al-cristal-de-aquel.html' title='Tirar piedras al cristal de aquel portal que tu conoces.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GNjWYOekLEg/TdBTNVxVEdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/pvBLj8Q4a_A/s72-c/IMG_0788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3993567560026663805</id><published>2011-08-20T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:34:22.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudadana de un lugar llamado Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ynXkHrNqsiM/TgxgXnvSqQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xjIcnrl-cAI/s720/IMG_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 431px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ynXkHrNqsiM/TgxgXnvSqQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xjIcnrl-cAI/s720/IMG_1697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the day you hoped would never come. Don't feed me violins, just run with me through rows of speeding cars. It's in the ABC od growing up...&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/3075269276994166395-3993567560026663805?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3993567560026663805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3993567560026663805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/08/ciudadana-de-un-lugar-llamado-mundo.html' title='Ciudadana de un lugar llamado Mundo'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ynXkHrNqsiM/TgxgXnvSqQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xjIcnrl-cAI/s72-c/IMG_1697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5258121985949018477</id><published>2011-08-18T16:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:52:01.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores ridiculos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WUqmB5whFK8/TigSjcV11AI/AAAAAAAAA74/s_4fbCSsRtU/s512/IMG_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WUqmB5whFK8/TigSjcV11AI/AAAAAAAAA74/s_4fbCSsRtU/s512/IMG_3775.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Si la presencia de él fuera continua, sólo estaría presente en su constante transcurrir. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detenerla&lt;/span&gt; sólo es posible en los ratos de soledad. Después salió del bosque y se dirigió hacia la carretera. El joven se agachó hacia la ventanilla, la bajó, sonrió y preguntó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Adónde va, señorita?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WUqmB5whFK8/TigSjcV11AI/AAAAAAAAA74/s_4fbCSsRtU/s512/IMG_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3075269276994166395-5258121985949018477?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5258121985949018477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5258121985949018477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/08/amores-ridiculos.html' title='Amores ridiculos'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WUqmB5whFK8/TigSjcV11AI/AAAAAAAAA74/s_4fbCSsRtU/s72-c/IMG_3775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2961967649109759480</id><published>2011-07-22T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:43:00.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qmV7tBbOddE/TgxgI2XpeII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uF7481lxmrw/s640/IMG_3445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 461px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qmV7tBbOddE/TgxgI2XpeII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uF7481lxmrw/s640/IMG_3445.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RmKeghdVdxU/TYzPpeCR1WI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Pei6aBcCzvs/s720/IMG_9442.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tú señalas el ábside románico de una catedral y sois jóvenes y fuertes. Sentís la eternidad delante vuestro. Pero, estimado, ni sospecháis que gente como yo estamos esperando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2961967649109759480?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2961967649109759480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2961967649109759480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/tu-senalas-el-abside-romanico-de-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qmV7tBbOddE/TgxgI2XpeII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uF7481lxmrw/s72-c/IMG_3445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1088764740053541993</id><published>2011-07-21T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:25:11.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvolgut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QFOMFGrSHgc/TedkIUao-1I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LFcTp77siS4/s720/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 654px; height: 435px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QFOMFGrSHgc/TedkIUao-1I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LFcTp77siS4/s720/IMG_0143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estimado, permíteme suponer que a pesar de que no hayamos tenido una presentación oficial, más o menos, como yo, estás informado de mi existencia y de las cosas que hago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1088764740053541993?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1088764740053541993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1088764740053541993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/benvolgut.html' title='Benvolgut'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QFOMFGrSHgc/TedkIUao-1I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LFcTp77siS4/s72-c/IMG_0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8151037275333450316</id><published>2011-07-15T22:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:27:33.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Las atmosferas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JuailJXmpBQ/TdBTLoIoHlI/AAAAAAAAAz0/htBQvTN9GmY/s720/IMG_9740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 605px; height: 402px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JuailJXmpBQ/TdBTLoIoHlI/AAAAAAAAAz0/htBQvTN9GmY/s720/IMG_9740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;influyen en mí de una manera preocupante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8151037275333450316?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8151037275333450316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8151037275333450316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/las-atmosferas.html' title='Las atmosferas'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JuailJXmpBQ/TdBTLoIoHlI/AAAAAAAAAz0/htBQvTN9GmY/s72-c/IMG_9740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2738158548408872349</id><published>2011-07-04T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:31:36.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta noche vamos a brindar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KJYjDIAIlRg/TedpLUn-jvI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EEYQfkDsljU/s512/IMG_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KJYjDIAIlRg/TedpLUn-jvI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EEYQfkDsljU/s512/IMG_3099.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoy llevo todo el día con una frase en la cabeza: "All your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade". Es lo que quiero, hablar toda la noche, con una copa, de cómo me salvaste la vida. Hasta el primer rayo de la mañana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2738158548408872349?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2738158548408872349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2738158548408872349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-noche-vamos-brindar.html' title='Esta noche vamos a brindar.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KJYjDIAIlRg/TedpLUn-jvI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EEYQfkDsljU/s72-c/IMG_3099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8649811036000255422</id><published>2011-07-04T12:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:35:16.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hueco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tv0x_prxLkI/TgxgU26tZXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wrfebyp40iI/s720/IMG_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 638px; height: 424px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tv0x_prxLkI/TgxgU26tZXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wrfebyp40iI/s720/IMG_1875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo sí que me agoto, y eso que estoy bastante vacía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8649811036000255422?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8649811036000255422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8649811036000255422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/hueco.html' title='Hueco'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tv0x_prxLkI/TgxgU26tZXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wrfebyp40iI/s72-c/IMG_1875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-831483609561162242</id><published>2011-07-02T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:22:08.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiza se conozcan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aXvm7lMRrcw/Tg0Bg1Pk2FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/XwlOBM5OB9U/s720/IMG_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 372px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aXvm7lMRrcw/Tg0Bg1Pk2FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/XwlOBM5OB9U/s720/IMG_0805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando te vi dormido el otro día, solo y habiéndote alejado de mí, me quedé un rato mirándote y te saqué una foto. Esa foto es para mí, porque verte así me recuerda tu reacción cuando te desperté: ni un sólo gruñido, ni una sola queja por haberte echado de la cama, ni un mal comentario por haberte despertado... simplemente me miraste, sonreíste y me invitaste a tu lado otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-831483609561162242?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/831483609561162242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/831483609561162242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/07/quiza-se-conozcan.html' title='Quiza se conozcan'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aXvm7lMRrcw/Tg0Bg1Pk2FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/XwlOBM5OB9U/s72-c/IMG_0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6062427199031291292</id><published>2011-06-30T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:23:08.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En la Gran Muralla China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jT8JcMftsWw/TgxghoVpGJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/2HFuXHG1mjI/s720/IMG_1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 563px; height: 374px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jT8JcMftsWw/TgxghoVpGJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/2HFuXHG1mjI/s720/IMG_1703.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;creo que no era verdaderamente yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6062427199031291292?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6062427199031291292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6062427199031291292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/06/en-la-gran-muralla-china.html' title='En la Gran Muralla China'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jT8JcMftsWw/TgxghoVpGJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/2HFuXHG1mjI/s72-c/IMG_1703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-71001743775081220</id><published>2011-06-28T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:19:26.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy completamente desubicada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HOE0DPNfA_0/TgpRoFYIc-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/8desJh0UCAo/s720/IMG_2075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 581px; height: 388px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HOE0DPNfA_0/TgpRoFYIc-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/8desJh0UCAo/s720/IMG_2075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los planes para el verano han tumbado. "Bomba de humo", como diría alguien que yo me sé. Me crié en la plaza, la gente que me conoció en aquel periodo de mi vida sabe que eso significa que necesito un planning mental de mi futuro (al menos del próximo). Me dan vértigo las cosas inesperadas, me agobian las cosas que toman forma a tan poca distancia de mí... es defecto de fábrica, falta de autoestima o como os apetezca llamarlo, es porque no me veo capaz de resolver los problemas con tan poco tiempo de reacción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aquí estoy, currando para nadie y para nada, con el sonido del cine de verano de fondo y la ventana abierta de par en par... bonita noche vacía de principios de verano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-71001743775081220?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/71001743775081220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/71001743775081220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/06/estoy-completamente-desubicada.html' title='Estoy completamente desubicada'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HOE0DPNfA_0/TgpRoFYIc-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/8desJh0UCAo/s72-c/IMG_2075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7955876142286304437</id><published>2011-06-12T17:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:22:06.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un lazo en un ventilador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kKveh_Uld4A/TedkOnYNZHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9L-B_c_CElI/s720/IMG_9694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 573px; height: 381px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kKveh_Uld4A/TedkOnYNZHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9L-B_c_CElI/s720/IMG_9694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Supongo que no soy la única que puede dividir su vida en etapas. No etapas como: universidad, colegio, trabajo... no, etapas más cortas. Hay temporadas en que mi mente es completamente banal y se centra en los problemas más terrenales, en los exámenes, en salir, etc, pero también hay etapas en las que de repente me vuelvo un ser filosófico trascendental insoportable que piensa sobre su futuro, sobre el rumbo de la vida y sobre sus relaciones. Coincide, obviamente, con las temporadas de ocio... lo que me lleva a pensar si lo natural para mí no sería alejarme del estrés y de la vida a toda velocidad y tratar de entender qué es lo que realmente quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso me gusta la frase "como un lazo en un ventilador".&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/3075269276994166395-7955876142286304437?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7955876142286304437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7955876142286304437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/06/supongo-que-no-soy-la-unica-que-puede.html' title='un lazo en un ventilador'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kKveh_Uld4A/TedkOnYNZHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9L-B_c_CElI/s72-c/IMG_9694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1388925672137926130</id><published>2011-06-01T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:22:13.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los ejercitos me intimidan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jDipt6mQRYI/TedkXLe4XgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/sggW1HTUk_o/s720/IMG_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 405px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jDipt6mQRYI/TedkXLe4XgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/sggW1HTUk_o/s720/IMG_1955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pero últimamente salgo bastante airosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1388925672137926130?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1388925672137926130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1388925672137926130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/06/los-ejercitos-me-intimidan.html' title='Los ejercitos me intimidan'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jDipt6mQRYI/TedkXLe4XgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/sggW1HTUk_o/s72-c/IMG_1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4496003304309784010</id><published>2011-05-17T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:33:01.318+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es posible que dentro de 20 años estos días estén descritos en los libros de texto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4496003304309784010?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4496003304309784010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4496003304309784010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/05/es-posible-que-dentro-de-20-anos-estos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-753068710043375344</id><published>2011-05-15T23:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:22:30.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con la sensacion inevitable de estar en el lugar equivocado en el momento mas inoportuno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TdBS7IOy5GI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8rr0poxHfOs/s720/IMG_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 383px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TdBS7IOy5GI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8rr0poxHfOs/s720/IMG_0781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En lo alto de aquel rascacielos, en el restaurante más alto del mundo, allí estaban ellos dos. Era obvio que era una de sus primeras citas. Ella casi no había probado el helado y se tocaba continuamente el pelo mientras miraba la mesa. Él trata de captar su atención y de hacerla reír todo el tiempo. "¡Qué parados son en este país!", recuerdo haber pensado atravesándoles para contemplar todas esas lucecitas que nos rodeaban. En un gesto inconsciente me levanté para sacar una foto de la Perla y escuchar de qué hablaban. Naturalmente me quedé con cara de tonta al recordar que no estaba en mi continente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-753068710043375344?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/753068710043375344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/753068710043375344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/05/con-la-sensacion-inevitable-de-estar-en.html' title='Con la sensacion inevitable de estar en el lugar equivocado en el momento mas inoportuno.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TdBS7IOy5GI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8rr0poxHfOs/s72-c/IMG_0781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-721888803553824700</id><published>2011-05-04T17:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:22:46.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kuG_T976rxE/TcF0Ix6TsHI/AAAAAAAAAys/ewsCHTFSl-0/s640/IMG_2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 426px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kuG_T976rxE/TcF0Ix6TsHI/AAAAAAAAAys/ewsCHTFSl-0/s640/IMG_2995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto muchas cosas, ¿es un tópico decir que los viajes cambian tu punto de vista?, pues me da igual, lo cambian. No me había dado cuenta de que mi vida estuviera tan carente de contrastes, no sé como describirlo, pero yo diría que la uniformidad está (estaba) muy presente en mi vida de antes. Puede que en unos pocos días olvide este estado transitorio y recupere mi rutina, pero mientras tanto siento que se me ha removido algo por dentro. Lo achaco también a un buen libro en el momento justo. Es como si durante estos 20 días me hubiera olvidado de lo que era ser la yo de antes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puede que tenga que bajar a un pozo con un bate de béisbol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-721888803553824700?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/721888803553824700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/721888803553824700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/05/he-visto-muchas-cosas-es-un-topico.html' title='lost in translation'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kuG_T976rxE/TcF0Ix6TsHI/AAAAAAAAAys/ewsCHTFSl-0/s72-c/IMG_2995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7923448528500420686</id><published>2011-04-05T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:05:27.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPjxdz0XI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gnA3V8R0N0g/s720/IMG_9277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 567px; height: 376px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPjxdz0XI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gnA3V8R0N0g/s720/IMG_9277.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Puede ser que derramara la sal aquel día sobre la mesa? No lo recuerdo, sinceramente. Quizá sea cosa del karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7923448528500420686?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7923448528500420686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7923448528500420686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/04/puede-ser-que-derramara-la-sal-aquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPjxdz0XI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gnA3V8R0N0g/s72-c/IMG_9277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7136223295602278918</id><published>2011-03-29T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:51:28.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPD3UJqoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uEaJ--qcU1w/s720/IMG_9376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPD3UJqoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uEaJ--qcU1w/s720/IMG_9376.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compararse es una muy mala idea. Desde fuera todo el mundo parece mejor, así que compararse con alguien es salir siempre mal parado. No creo que merezca la pena aunque sea inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7136223295602278918?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7136223295602278918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7136223295602278918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/03/compararse-es-una-muy-mala-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzPD3UJqoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uEaJ--qcU1w/s72-c/IMG_9376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1823137178276227237</id><published>2011-03-25T17:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:23:10.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los errores fatales a veces me hacen reir, solo en el metro, eso si.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzSGVJtoAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nLu60qQYTAk/s720/IMG_9452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 345px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzSGVJtoAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nLu60qQYTAk/s720/IMG_9452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me ha dado por escuchar una y otra vez un par de canciones de los beatles entre tema y tema de estudio. Tengo tantos planes de futuro y cumplo tan pocos que a veces me daría cabezazos contra la pared, es como una sensación constante de estar en letargo, de esperar a que mi cerebro se decida a comenzar la acción y entonces como en una peli mala malísima me pondré a dar patadas giratorias hasta que cumpla mis objetivos. Sacaré la metralleta y la mirada de odio profundo y me abriré paso como los soldados en la guerra. No sé por qué escribo esto, pero sé que es verdad. Necesito vacaciones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1823137178276227237?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1823137178276227237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1823137178276227237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/03/los-errores-fatales-veces-me-hacen-reir.html' title='Los errores fatales a veces me hacen reir, solo en el metro, eso si.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TYzSGVJtoAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nLu60qQYTAk/s72-c/IMG_9452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6865801643766263552</id><published>2011-03-22T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:51:55.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S38XizR6-jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RzW0DNPaAMQ/s512/IMG_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S38XizR6-jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RzW0DNPaAMQ/s512/IMG_3009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me flaquean las fuerzas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6865801643766263552?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6865801643766263552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6865801643766263552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-flaquean-las-fuerzas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S38XizR6-jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RzW0DNPaAMQ/s72-c/IMG_3009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1588824438513655207</id><published>2011-03-12T18:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:39:49.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I lay here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TXu8iWALH-I/AAAAAAAAAws/woR3KRocerw/s512/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TXu8iWALH-I/AAAAAAAAAws/woR3KRocerw/s512/IMG_1946.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero con todas mis fuerzas abrir los ojos... estoy tumbada, lo consigo. No consigo enfocar pero lo siento todo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Preferiría que alguien me estuviera dando la mano. &lt;/span&gt;Todo esto parece otro mundo y me cuesta creer que sea real, pero lo estoy sintiendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1588824438513655207?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1588824438513655207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1588824438513655207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-lay-here.html' title='If I lay here'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TXu8iWALH-I/AAAAAAAAAws/woR3KRocerw/s72-c/IMG_1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5704258018231004195</id><published>2011-02-26T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:44:08.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nO0tA5kI/AAAAAAAAArM/tWkWeMpAN1M/s720/IMG_7128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 551px; height: 366px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nO0tA5kI/AAAAAAAAArM/tWkWeMpAN1M/s720/IMG_7128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy duro ver como la persona que más de ti tiene en ella se da cuenta de que las cosas a veces no son bonitas... como me gustaría poder hacer algo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5704258018231004195?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5704258018231004195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5704258018231004195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/02/es-muy-duro-ver-como-la-persona-que-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nO0tA5kI/AAAAAAAAArM/tWkWeMpAN1M/s72-c/IMG_7128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5769334081596710005</id><published>2011-02-21T22:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:31:55.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TWLmawvRmeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xfhLpWlJkEw/s720/IMG_9300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 352px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TWLmawvRmeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xfhLpWlJkEw/s720/IMG_9300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente llego a casa y mientras me ducho trato de entender por qué estoy tan cansada. Generalmente encuentro una explicación (entregas, muchas horas de clase, compromisos...), pero hay días que por más que pienso no lo entiendo. Calculo las horas que llevo fuera de casa (no son demasiadas), las clases que he tenido (sólo un par),  el estrés que me han supuesto (lo estándar), confirmo que te he visto y hemos tenido un rato para nosotros (esto suele ser fundamental)... nada, es incomprensible, estoy agotada y no sé por qué. Debe ser que hay luna llena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5769334081596710005?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5769334081596710005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5769334081596710005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/02/normalmente-llego-casa-y-mientras-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TWLmawvRmeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xfhLpWlJkEw/s72-c/IMG_9300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6768767436825680130</id><published>2011-02-16T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:43:00.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TVbzL9Br2xI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NY_AAe-Ws2U/s512/IMG_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TVbzL9Br2xI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NY_AAe-Ws2U/s512/IMG_2370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas están como dijiste una vez, sentados en una terraza, que estarían.&lt;br /&gt; "Tú vas a estudiar arquitectura", y sonreías. Yo te miré sin ser consciente de que el instante se estaba grabando a fuego en mi memoria y te dije que no, sin más. Suponía que siempre ibas a estar ahí para ayudarme a elegir en la vida, que me verías rellenar el papel en el que decidiría mi futuro y en ese momento te miraría y te diría que tenías razón, sonriendo, porque en mi cabeza ahora siempre te quiero sonreír.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6768767436825680130?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6768767436825680130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6768767436825680130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/02/las-cosas-estan-como-dijiste-una-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TVbzL9Br2xI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NY_AAe-Ws2U/s72-c/IMG_2370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4014792933195149338</id><published>2011-02-14T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:43:00.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDa6p9zqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vTGsRzNixeQ/s720/IMG_9090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 326px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDa6p9zqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vTGsRzNixeQ/s720/IMG_9090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching, we might take it home, we might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4014792933195149338?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4014792933195149338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4014792933195149338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-might-kiss-when-we-are-alone-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDa6p9zqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vTGsRzNixeQ/s72-c/IMG_9090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6203218759549494747</id><published>2011-02-02T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:52:52.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDaRVZLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/u-hoysk8UXo/s720/IMG_8995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 357px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDaRVZLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/u-hoysk8UXo/s720/IMG_8995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya está, empezamos de nuevo. Otra vez los agobios, otra vez los miedos, otra vez la pereza... hay diferencias, cada año las cosas pesan más, cada año las cosas dan más miedo. Será que hoy no estoy muy positiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6203218759549494747?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6203218759549494747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6203218759549494747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/02/ya-esta-empezamos-de-nuevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TUnDaRVZLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/u-hoysk8UXo/s72-c/IMG_8995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-989276923334831852</id><published>2011-01-29T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:43:00.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The masterplan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQf_eU_wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/M8z0qrYLvP4/s720/IMG_9058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 341px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQf_eU_wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/M8z0qrYLvP4/s720/IMG_9058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will dance if they want to dance. Please brother take a chance, you know they're gonna go which way they wanna go. All we know is that we don't know how it's gonna be. Life on the other hand won't make you understand why we're all part of the masterplan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-989276923334831852?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/989276923334831852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/989276923334831852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/masterplan.html' title='The masterplan'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQf_eU_wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/M8z0qrYLvP4/s72-c/IMG_9058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1105711589539603286</id><published>2011-01-23T16:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:56:52.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXKY-xDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LVmzmYsyKD8/s720/IMG_8304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 349px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXKY-xDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LVmzmYsyKD8/s720/IMG_8304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQf_eU_wI/AAAAAAAAAuM/M8z0qrYLvP4/s720/IMG_9058.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces estoy viendo una peli y pienso que las cosas me afectan más que hace unos años. Conforme vas creciendo te sientes más identificado con las situaciones que ves, cada sentimiento lo relacionas con el mismo que tú tuviste en tu experiencia particular... nos hacemos más sensibles porque sabemos de qué va la cosa. Sin embargo, a la par que te vuelves más sensible ocurre algo curioso pero no contradictorio, te haces insensible. A menudo creo que cada vez soy más capaz de ignorar las ganas de llorar, la pena o la compansión, soy capaz de construir una coraza. Quizá sea que simplemente cuando creces aprendes a digerir los sentimientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1105711589539603286?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1105711589539603286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1105711589539603286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/veces-estoy-viendo-una-peli-y-pienso.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXKY-xDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LVmzmYsyKD8/s72-c/IMG_8304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2817087701182562080</id><published>2011-01-21T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:03:43.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQfdXfaDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ih_ektzwdDU/s512/IMG_9019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQfdXfaDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ih_ektzwdDU/s512/IMG_9019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hace mucho frío. Ésto, sumado a que ya se acaban las vacaciones, hace que se empiecen a oír los típicos comentarios: que ganas tengo de que sea primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2817087701182562080?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2817087701182562080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2817087701182562080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoy-hace-mucho-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTmQfdXfaDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ih_ektzwdDU/s72-c/IMG_9019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2126097887443861279</id><published>2011-01-18T13:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:23:36.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTWTrTkDE1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/71qA7pFK6-c/s720/IMG_8782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 567px; height: 377px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTWTrTkDE1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/71qA7pFK6-c/s720/IMG_8782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya te lo dije ayer, eres impresionante. Contigo hacerme mayor no me da ningún miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2126097887443861279?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2126097887443861279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2126097887443861279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/ya-te-lo-dije-ayer-eres-impresionante.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TTWTrTkDE1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/71qA7pFK6-c/s72-c/IMG_8782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6282970284709656169</id><published>2011-01-16T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:02:21.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22/09/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdOaYjigI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AmfHlFJlCbI/s512/IMG_8176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdOaYjigI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AmfHlFJlCbI/s512/IMG_8176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces creo que la inercia me va a romper en un millón de pedacitos  infelices que caerán cada uno en un sitio diferente. Se expandirán por  todo el suelo y las paredes de la habitación como en la más desagradable  de las películas gores, como cuando muere un vampiro en True Blood.  Pero no es asqueroso y rojo sangre y negro víscera y coágulo. Lo que  explota de mí me lo imagino como lucecitas, pequeños fragmentos de  ilusión por lo que hago que dejan de brillar cuando tocan la pared o el suelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6282970284709656169?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6282970284709656169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6282970284709656169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/220910.html' title='22/09/10'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdOaYjigI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AmfHlFJlCbI/s72-c/IMG_8176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2748768551564966186</id><published>2011-01-15T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:37:33.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdNM7-bOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LG1d-VU9eOA/s512/IMG_8242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdNM7-bOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LG1d-VU9eOA/s512/IMG_8242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cada hora que paso contigo hace más fuerte la teoría y nos acerca sigilosamente a la prueba empírica de que es posible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2748768551564966186?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2748768551564966186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2748768551564966186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/cada-hora-que-paso-contigo-hace-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdNM7-bOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/LG1d-VU9eOA/s72-c/IMG_8242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3034333446701457326</id><published>2011-01-12T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:36:23.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdN__3hyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Sew9lC8RSKQ/s720/IMG_8265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 334px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdN__3hyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Sew9lC8RSKQ/s720/IMG_8265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta dibujar retratos por una razón muy simple: no soy nada observadora. Podéis pensar que no tiene nada que ver, pero tiene mucha relación. Al dibujar a alguien es inevitable si quieres lograr el máximo parecido que te fijes al milímetro en cada detalle, en cada sombra, en cada imperfección... y ahí esta la relación. Yo, que no suelo fijarme en nada, me veo obligada a analizar cada detalle, cada sombra y cada imperfección de la persona a la que dibujo. Es mi manera de memorizar a las personas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3034333446701457326?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3034333446701457326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3034333446701457326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-gusta-dibujar-retratos-por-una-razon.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdN__3hyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Sew9lC8RSKQ/s72-c/IMG_8265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2568515692138319820</id><published>2011-01-10T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:43:00.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing is forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18305022" width="400" frameborder="0" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18305022"&gt;Growing is Forever&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user478713"&gt;Jesse Rosten&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un cuento, merece la pena verlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2568515692138319820?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2568515692138319820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2568515692138319820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-is-forever.html' title='Growing is forever'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3117560537525112241</id><published>2011-01-09T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:43:00.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdO_s_6oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XMsaysxIr8M/s512/IMG_828_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdO_s_6oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XMsaysxIr8M/s512/IMG_828_0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hace mucho tiempo que descubrí lo que significaba inevitable. Inevitable significa (como dice la canción) que no se puede parar. Inevitable es algo que te arroya como un tren, es imposible no dejarse atropellar. La diferencia aquella vez la marcamos nosotros al no arrepentirnos, ¿para qué? es imposible parar algo inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3117560537525112241?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3117560537525112241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3117560537525112241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/hace-mucho-tiempo-que-descubri-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdO_s_6oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XMsaysxIr8M/s72-c/IMG_828_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4145668113695422690</id><published>2011-01-08T13:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:07:30.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Si tú...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdPxCY-bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/2MYB6fgkAfI/s720/IMG_8340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 619px; height: 412px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdPxCY-bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/2MYB6fgkAfI/s720/IMG_8340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Una vez estuve a punto de atraparlo todo, pero como una señal tan pequeña como un gesto microscópico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sintomático, energético e histérico, en la nada se quedó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3075269276994166395-4145668113695422690?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4145668113695422690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4145668113695422690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-tu.html' title='Si tú...'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TShdPxCY-bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/2MYB6fgkAfI/s72-c/IMG_8340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3748456921021447202</id><published>2011-01-02T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:17:40.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu euforia y tu incondicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXhu94BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GrX9iRNrpwQ/s720/IMG_8256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 585px; height: 389px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXhu94BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GrX9iRNrpwQ/s720/IMG_8256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resulta que si alguien no demasiado cercano te regala lo que querías dices que es un "buen regalo", pero si el autor del regalo es una persona a la que adoras, entonces la cosa se llama un "regalo perfecto".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3748456921021447202?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3748456921021447202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3748456921021447202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2011/01/tu-euforia-y-tu-incondicional.html' title='Tu euforia y tu incondicional'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TSDcXhu94BI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GrX9iRNrpwQ/s72-c/IMG_8256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7009093188492698097</id><published>2010-12-26T00:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:02:39.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta verte conducir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TRaFy4gOeyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/vgVeYoSxxno/s720/DSCF5903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 624px; height: 416px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TRaFy4gOeyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/vgVeYoSxxno/s720/DSCF5903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás mirando al frente, te concentras en los otros coches, te mueves con seguridad, te relajas, me sonríes, me acaricias la rodilla en las rectas. Me gusta porque me encanta tratar de distraerte, hablarte, hacer que me mires de vez en cuando... y me gusta porque me siento genial cuando consigo que me des un beso en cada semáforo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7009093188492698097?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7009093188492698097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7009093188492698097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-gusta-verte-conducir.html' title='Me gusta verte conducir'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TRaFy4gOeyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/vgVeYoSxxno/s72-c/DSCF5903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4762071144285502821</id><published>2010-12-23T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:24:41.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nPH0FBbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Yaw7Ea0XPA/s720/IMG_6191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 394px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nPH0FBbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Yaw7Ea0XPA/s720/IMG_6191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace ya tiempo que me miró ese gato y, de momento, me veo en condiciones de decir que ya no creo que los gatos negros den mala suerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4762071144285502821?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4762071144285502821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4762071144285502821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/12/hace-ya-tiempo-que-me-miro-ese-gato.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TN2nPH0FBbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4Yaw7Ea0XPA/s72-c/IMG_6191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-649576542225970367</id><published>2010-12-23T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:53:12.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIukiJzjgWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/svTRY0vDJAY/s720/IMG_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 597px; height: 397px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIukiJzjgWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/svTRY0vDJAY/s720/IMG_4410.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todo lo que podríamos haber sido tú y yo si no fuéramos tú y yo" o como un libro con un título tan perfecto se queda ahí, en el título.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-649576542225970367?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/649576542225970367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/649576542225970367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/12/todo-lo-que-podriamos-haber-sido-tu-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIukiJzjgWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/svTRY0vDJAY/s72-c/IMG_4410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3864244175929048313</id><published>2010-11-30T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:07:34.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TPTaDmClXdI/AAAAAAAAArk/mzKVc9Dp1a0/s720/IMG_7821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 651px; height: 433px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TPTaDmClXdI/AAAAAAAAArk/mzKVc9Dp1a0/s720/IMG_7821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No tengo ganas de explicar nada. Parece mentira que casi sea diciembre y que ya estén las luces puestas y encendidas. Dentro de poco vendrá el típico momento agónico melancólico depresivo en el que nos proponemos hacer balance de otro año más (otro año menos que dolerse de esta cruz). No tengo ganas de hacer balance, no tengo ganas de que pase nada de nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3864244175929048313?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3864244175929048313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3864244175929048313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-tengo-ganas-de-explicar-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TPTaDmClXdI/AAAAAAAAArk/mzKVc9Dp1a0/s72-c/IMG_7821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2421503315859660351</id><published>2010-10-31T17:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:20:02.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creo en tus tonterías para hacer mi risa estallar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TM2jS7agDwI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6A5w2U3Wp4/s720/IMG_7545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TM2jS7agDwI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6A5w2U3Wp4/s720/IMG_7545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vaya pesadilla corriendo con una bestia detrás... dime que es mentira, un sueño tonto y no más. Deja que pasemos sin miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2421503315859660351?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2421503315859660351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2421503315859660351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/10/creo-que-en-tus-tonterias-para-hacer-mi.html' title='Creo en tus tonterías para hacer mi risa estallar'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TM2jS7agDwI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6A5w2U3Wp4/s72-c/IMG_7545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7831752620719348756</id><published>2010-10-21T19:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:11:09.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se podría decir que por fin he tenido cojones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/4979714442_3012c8deb3_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 426px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/4979714442_3012c8deb3_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estoy contenta, llevo muchas noches sin dormir del tirón, pero estoy contenta. Me duele la tripa un poquito, estoy sola en casa, pero estoy contenta. No sé, cosas que pasan. Hoy tengo ese sentimiento de que tu vida está tomando el rumbo que querías, lo sé, esto está tirado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No suelo hablar del pasado, no me gustan los fantasmas y no tengo tanta buena memoria como querría, pero hoy haré un esfuerzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde siempre he sido obediente, haciendo lo que me pedían cuando me lo pedían, eso me hacía sentir bien, buena chica. Hasta ahora todo había ido bien así, pero ya venía notando yo desde hace un tiempo que algo me estaba molestando de este sistema que me había montado, ya no me parecía la panacea que era antes. Algo rechinaba en mí cada vez que, aún sufriendo, pasaba por el aro. "Tienes que hacer algo, cambiar algo" es lo que me repetía todas las noches a las 4 de la madrugada. El cuerpo, que es un ente sabio, me dio un aviso notando que yo no haría nada por mí misma... y ha funcionado, algo ha hecho click y he decidido mandar a la mierda todo lo que no me sirva. No es que me haya vuelto una rebelde, es que ya es hora de hacer las cosas como necesito hacerlas. Me estoy haciendo valiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7831752620719348756?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7831752620719348756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7831752620719348756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-podria-decir-que-por-fin-he-tenido.html' title='Se podría decir que por fin he tenido cojones'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/4979714442_3012c8deb3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4427961748204857003</id><published>2010-10-17T19:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:34:26.811+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TLtBpxeKgZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OgJZ1_W3uZE/s1600/IMG_7489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TLtBpxeKgZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OgJZ1_W3uZE/s400/IMG_7489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529085153437712786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me conozco, hasta hace unos meses si alguien me preguntaba sobre mi futuro no me lo imginaba, me veía aquí, como siempre, en la misma escuela, con los mismos profesores y los mismos compañeros competitivos... pero como he dicho, me conozco, y sé que las cosas van tomando forma en mi cabeza hasta que aparentemente un día tomo una decisión importante (no me engaño, que va, sé que le he dado mil vueltas), y ya la he tomado. Me voy de Erasmus, sí, está decidido. No va a poder ser el año que viene por un motivo muy gordo... pero en 6º me voy, me voy con todas las asignaturas de libre que me dejen. Lo necesito. No me veo con fuerzas de acabar del tirón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4427961748204857003?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4427961748204857003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4427961748204857003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/10/yo-me-conozco-hasta-hace-unos-meses-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TLtBpxeKgZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OgJZ1_W3uZE/s72-c/IMG_7489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2307688082403158368</id><published>2010-09-29T20:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:44:05.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmrnKGlbI/AAAAAAAAAns/jNNywcf_pWw/s720/IMG_6421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 611px; height: 406px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmrnKGlbI/AAAAAAAAAns/jNNywcf_pWw/s720/IMG_6421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé cómo explicarme últimamente. Me cuesta mucho, cada vez más. A ratos hay algo que me preocupa y a ratos eso mismo me tranquiliza, raro, ¿no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2307688082403158368?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2307688082403158368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2307688082403158368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-se-como-explicarme-ultimamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmrnKGlbI/AAAAAAAAAns/jNNywcf_pWw/s72-c/IMG_6421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4189713834764222080</id><published>2010-09-22T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:34:13.342+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TJp2Rt5VrzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/x4_v-EVEldg/s1600/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TJp2Rt5VrzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/x4_v-EVEldg/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519854340045909810" 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/3075269276994166395-4189713834764222080?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4189713834764222080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4189713834764222080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TJp2Rt5VrzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/x4_v-EVEldg/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-750166316697059489</id><published>2010-09-11T17:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:02:01.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIunyDojHQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QwtI02-Rpbw/s720/IMG_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 568px; height: 377px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIunyDojHQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QwtI02-Rpbw/s720/IMG_4209.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIukiJzjgWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/svTRY0vDJAY/s720/IMG_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"En la cocina, mesa por medio, hablamos del pasado mientras tomábamos una taza de café. Naoko hablaba cada vez más de Kizuki. Charlaba entrecortadamente, eligiendo las palabras. Nevó y dejó  de nevar, pero el sol no salió un sólo instante durante aquellos tres días. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-750166316697059489?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/750166316697059489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/750166316697059489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/09/en-la-cocina-mesa-por-medio-hablamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TIunyDojHQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QwtI02-Rpbw/s72-c/IMG_4209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5528107396601035594</id><published>2010-09-08T19:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:20:40.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDmwx3fGt9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/d70iEhSRP1E/s512/IMG_4597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDmwx3fGt9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/d70iEhSRP1E/s512/IMG_4597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un tiempo que vengo teniendo una sensación extraña. Me pasa sólo cuando estoy sola, y únicamente algunas veces. No sabría explicar exactamente en qué consiste. Me quedo paralizada, sentada, tumbada, y las ideas en la cabeza me dan vueltas. Si esto fuera un diario de verdad, probablemente sería más directa, pondría nombres, explicaría y trataría de analizar qué es lo que está mal últimamente. Siempre he querido ser una persona más analítica, pensar "tengo esta sensación" y responderme "debe ser por A que junto con B me lo provocan", pero me da miedo ser aún más fría con la gente. Hoy en día la gente no quiere que seas fría. Pero me asalta una duda eterna, creo tenerla bastante calada y me parece entender en qué consiste, pero es algo sin precedentes y me da pánico. Es la sensación del cambio inminente. Pero no sería para tanto si no se desvaneciera cada vez que trato de hacer algo al respecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: los bosques noruegos me han afectado demasiado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5528107396601035594?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5528107396601035594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5528107396601035594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hace-un-tiempo-que-vengo-teniendo-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDmwx3fGt9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/d70iEhSRP1E/s72-c/IMG_4597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4763062188930581651</id><published>2010-08-29T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:23:22.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Es muy curioso cómo la gente se cree dueña de sus decisiones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/THpp1deKKxI/AAAAAAAAApo/XxSkovu9ZcU/s720/IMG_6782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 375px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/THpp1deKKxI/AAAAAAAAApo/XxSkovu9ZcU/s720/IMG_6782.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decir, imaginemos un sujeto al azar, mediocre, feliz y aburrido como cualquiera de los que pueblan este planeta. Imaginemos que un día algo perturba su rutina y se da cuenta de que tiene que tomar una decisión. Él, sujeto completamente seguro de su inteligencia, se convencerá de que ha sopesado los pros y los contras, ha meditado a fondo la cuestión dejando pasar el tiempo estipulado y se levanta seguro de haber tomado una decisión. Estará tranquilo porque cree que ha hecho un gran ejercicio mental, pero lo que sabe y no quiere escuchar es que la decisión ya estaba tomada. Si el sujeto fuera sincero consigo mismo estaría de acuerdo conmigo en que él ya sabía cuál iba a ser, es sencillo, tomamos las decisiones en función de nuestras necesidad, mera supervivencia. Si el sujeto dejara de ser ordinario y gris como la masa del planeta y escuchara a sus necesidades no necesitaría engañarse a sí mismo con reflexiones sin sentido y sabría al instante qué decisión le toca tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/THpp2BlXYhI/AAAAAAAAAps/nK__U3pnrTE/s720/IMG_6781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/THpp2BlXYhI/AAAAAAAAAps/nK__U3pnrTE/s720/IMG_6781.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es diferente que, siendo consciente de que decisión te toca, te de un miedo horrible aceptarla, retrasando el momento con reflexiones estúpidas que más parecen una lucha interna que un debate coherente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4763062188930581651?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4763062188930581651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4763062188930581651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/08/es-muy-curioso-como-la-gente-se-cree.html' title='Es muy curioso cómo la gente se cree dueña de sus decisiones.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/THpp1deKKxI/AAAAAAAAApo/XxSkovu9ZcU/s72-c/IMG_6782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4000533218301148259</id><published>2010-08-07T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:03:41.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11ALJ0fbI/AAAAAAAAApM/2ynUsn2EDjc/s720/IMG_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 390px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11ALJ0fbI/AAAAAAAAApM/2ynUsn2EDjc/s720/IMG_6527.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11AcmkAUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Vr9aRUsQiro/s720/IMG_6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 587px; height: 391px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11AcmkAUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Vr9aRUsQiro/s720/IMG_6517.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11AcmkAUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Vr9aRUsQiro/s720/IMG_6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creo que dedico demasiado a imaginar que estás conmigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4000533218301148259?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4000533218301148259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4000533218301148259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/08/creo-que-dedico-demasiado-imaginar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TF11ALJ0fbI/AAAAAAAAApM/2ynUsn2EDjc/s72-c/IMG_6527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-589955218230610408</id><published>2010-07-24T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:57:18.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TErDoZuPN7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/pk8hkCJPzUI/s720/IMG_6240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 379px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TErDoZuPN7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/pk8hkCJPzUI/s720/IMG_6240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Llevo mi cámara y todas sus cositas en una bandolera, es de la marca Olympus y mi cámara es una Canon, por eso la gente a veces me mira un poco raro (además de que la mochila está llena de hilillos y tiene el velcro un tanto débil ya), pero es que la gente suele ser tonta y no entienden que yo la lleve porque me dé la real gana. Esa bandolera la llevaba mi padre, de quien heredé casi seguro todo mi interés en la fotografía, estoy segura de que le haría sonreír verme con mi réflex sacando fotos a flores como siempre hacía él. Era su pasión y de pequeña yo, que no era tonta, sabía que le hacía ilusión que siempre siempre siempre me dejara hacer fotos. Por eso soy la que más fotos de enana tiene entre mis hermanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-589955218230610408?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/589955218230610408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/589955218230610408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/llevo-mi-camara-y-todas-sus-cositas-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TErDoZuPN7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/pk8hkCJPzUI/s72-c/IMG_6240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1505157667699289523</id><published>2010-07-20T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:16:24.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos necesitamos que alguien nos mire. Sería posible dividirnos en cuatro categorías, según el tipo de mirada bajo la cual queremos vivir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmta8ZKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uO49GnQx5oI/s720/IMG_6068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 583px; height: 388px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmta8ZKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uO49GnQx5oI/s720/IMG_6068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" La  primera categoría anhela la mirada de una cantidad infinita de ojos  anónimos, o dicho de otro modo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la mirada del público.&lt;/span&gt; Ese es el caso  del cantante alemán, de la actriz norteamericana y también del redactor  con largas barbas. Estaba acostumbrado a sus lectores y, cuando un buen  día los rusos cerraron su semanario, tuvo la sensación de que el aire  era cien veces más enrarecido. Nadie podía reemplazarle la mirada de los  ojos desconocidos. Le pareció que se ahogaba. Entonces fue cuando  advirtió que la policía vigilaba todos sus pasos, que oían sus  conversaciones por teléfono y que hasta le sacaban en secreto fotos en  la calle. ¡De pronto los ojos anónimos estaban otra vez en todas partes y  él podía respirar de nuevo! ¡Estaba feliz! Se dirigía con voz teatral a  los micrófonos de las paredes. Había encontrado en la policía al  público perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La segunda categoría la forman los que necesitan para  vivir l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mirada de muchos ojos conocidos&lt;/span&gt;. Estos son los incansables  organizadores de cócteles y cenas. Son más felices que las personas de  la primera categoría quienes, cuando pierden a su público, tienen la  sensación de que en el salón de su vida se ha apagado la luz. A casi  todos ellos les sucede esto alguna vez. En cambio, las personas de la  segunda categoría siempre consiguen alguna de esas miradas. Entre éstos  están Marie-Claude y su hija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luego está la  tercera categoría, los que necesitan de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la mirada de la persona amada.&lt;/span&gt;  Su situación es igual de peligrosa que la de los de la primera  categoría. Alguna vez se cerrarán los ojos de la persona amada y en el  salón se hará la oscuridad. Pertenecen a este grupo Teresa y Tomás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y hay también una  cuarta categoría, la más preciada, la de quienes viven bajo l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mirada  imaginaria de personas ausentes&lt;/span&gt;. Son los soñadores. Por ejemplo Franz.  El único motivo de su viaje hasta la frontera de Camboya fue Sabina. El  autobús traquetea por la carretera tailandesa y él siente que su larga  mirada se fija en él."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Milan Kundera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1505157667699289523?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1505157667699289523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1505157667699289523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-necesitamos-que-alguien-nos-mire.html' title='Todos necesitamos que alguien nos mire. Sería posible dividirnos en cuatro categorías, según el tipo de mirada bajo la cual queremos vivir.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmta8ZKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uO49GnQx5oI/s72-c/IMG_6068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3408530182854878803</id><published>2010-07-19T20:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:38:09.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmta8ZKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uO49GnQx5oI/s720/IMG_6068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmstsRZlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/izE6gipi2mA/s720/IMG_5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmstsRZlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/izE6gipi2mA/s720/IMG_5641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmr5-w1MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l59LwMG8470/s720/IMG_5534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmr5-w1MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l59LwMG8470/s720/IMG_5534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me contó que llevaba 100 días encerrada en aquel bar pidiendo fuego o alguna pista que le ayudara a encontrar la luz dentro del laberinto, el mapa donde está escondido el mar donde arden las promesas donde solías naufragar. Cien días escondiéndose del gris cielo de marzo y sus atascos, tragando niebla por la nariz, soñando contigo en los lavabos, jurando no salir con vida, sellando todas las salidas, buscando en un mar de ginebra  una playa en la que encallar.&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmr5-w1MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l59LwMG8470/s720/IMG_5534.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmr5-w1MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l59LwMG8470/s720/IMG_5534.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/3075269276994166395-3408530182854878803?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3408530182854878803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3408530182854878803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TESmstsRZlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/izE6gipi2mA/s72-c/IMG_5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5600201901476112445</id><published>2010-07-11T13:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:56:00.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 360px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDmwyfLjqGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2YjLIIRI4xQ/s720/IMG_5225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me da igual salir con gente que no conozco. Puedo levantarme con ganas de ser simpática o con ganas de pasar de todo, si estoy en un día afortunado y me convierto en ser sociable, la gente no suele caerme bien (no es culpa mía, es que hay mucha gente gilipollas, y bastante tengo conmigo misma). Sé que yo les caigo bien, pero mientras me hablan no puedo evitar juzgar y sacar conclusiones. Eso no quiere decir que no haya gente buena, gente buena puede caerme mal. En realidad no sé cuál es la combinación de conclusiones que tengo que sacar para que alguien me caiga bien, eso lo decide mi subconsciente y yo ni me entero, sólo sé que hay demasiada gente gilipollas, y pocos gilipollas me caen bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5600201901476112445?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5600201901476112445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5600201901476112445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-da-igual-salir-con-gente-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDmwyfLjqGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2YjLIIRI4xQ/s72-c/IMG_5225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1298716437301126451</id><published>2010-07-10T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:58:32.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 711px;" src="http://img824.imageshack.us/img824/1252/img5429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Hacer la compra, comprar una botella, beberla en pareja, hacer cosas bajo la mesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1298716437301126451?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1298716437301126451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1298716437301126451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/hacer-la-compra-comprar-una-botella.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6619753094283215432</id><published>2010-07-06T13:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:03:12.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDMVyh7whxI/AAAAAAAAAms/D5KvcP-4Oio/s720/IMG_4175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 379px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDMVyh7whxI/AAAAAAAAAms/D5KvcP-4Oio/s720/IMG_4175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDMVyh7whxI/AAAAAAAAAms/D5KvcP-4Oio/s1600/IMG_4175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" La mujer no puede resistirse a la voz que llama a su alma asustada; el hombre no puede resistirse a la mujer cuya alma es sensible a su voz. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6619753094283215432?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6619753094283215432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6619753094283215432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-mujer-no-puede-resistirse-la-voz-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDMVyh7whxI/AAAAAAAAAms/D5KvcP-4Oio/s72-c/IMG_4175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7864742234683838858</id><published>2010-07-04T11:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:14:59.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naranjalidad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDBe7swwzwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/x_KTM3sObAk/s400/IMG_5210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489992325485612802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no estoy para nadie ya que nadie está para mí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7864742234683838858?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7864742234683838858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7864742234683838858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoy-no-estoy-para-nadie-ya-que-nadie.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TDBe7swwzwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/x_KTM3sObAk/s72-c/IMG_5210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3519034933095599897</id><published>2010-07-02T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:40:05.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TC4ShN4vzUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NNrhFsJl3VU/s400/IMG_5218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489345357683871042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomás le decía: hacer el amor con una mujer y dormir con una mujer son dos pasiones no sólo distintas sino casi contradictorias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3519034933095599897?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3519034933095599897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3519034933095599897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomas-le-decia-hacer-el-amor-con-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TC4ShN4vzUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NNrhFsJl3VU/s72-c/IMG_5218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5860368801947977422</id><published>2010-06-29T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:56:28.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4681632995_550f3ae80b.jpg" alt="Recorrido de acupuntura" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé cómo explicar todo lo que sentí y siento desde entonces. Ahora resulta que me canso con poco esfuerzo y que me planteo cosas que antes no me preocupaban, ahora resulta que tengo un poco de miedo a que se repita y voy como a medias todo el rato. Sólo espero que se me pase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5860368801947977422?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5860368801947977422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5860368801947977422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-se-como-explicar-todo-lo-que-senti-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4681632995_550f3ae80b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3272994484691575043</id><published>2010-06-16T12:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:28:03.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos vamos a la playa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1266/4706093178_093d0177b6.jpg" alt="coches en circuito cerrado" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Durante el curso siempre me digo a mí misma que cuando estoy de vacaciones debería disfrutar más de esa sensación de no tener que hacer nada, y esta vez creo que por fin lo estoy consiguiendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3272994484691575043?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3272994484691575043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3272994484691575043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_16.html' title='Nos vamos a la playa'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1266/4706093178_093d0177b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1327926651358937248</id><published>2010-06-10T11:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:01:59.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/4681632407_3b9a8c84bd.jpg" alt="Pero este vestido no tiene vuelo" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Me llevas a tu cama?&lt;br /&gt;- Si me das un beso te llevo hasta la Luna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1327926651358937248?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1327926651358937248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1327926651358937248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-llevas-tu-cama-si-me-das-un-beso-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/4681632407_3b9a8c84bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7318102661860505988</id><published>2010-06-09T17:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:02:11.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>She believes in what she sees and she’s blind when she can’t see me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4682338636_b5ab7b6987.jpg" alt="No suelo mirar de frente a la cámara" height="500" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She can promise, she can swear that she won’t smile and she smiles since she wakes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7318102661860505988?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7318102661860505988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7318102661860505988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-believes-in-what-she-sees-and-shes.html' title='She believes in what she sees and she’s blind when she can’t see me.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4682338636_b5ab7b6987_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3355273323267180928</id><published>2010-06-08T15:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:02:24.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4682265374_d6e760be46.jpg" alt="dormimos juntas" height="500" width="443" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy he hecho fotos a escondidas, he sacado el metro y lo he usado con precisión por si a caso y he abierto autocad por primera vez desde que estoy de vacaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3355273323267180928?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3355273323267180928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3355273323267180928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/dormimos-juntas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4682265374_d6e760be46_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1617957310281331139</id><published>2010-06-04T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:29:18.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAl-Guk0xaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Veu5IJGrVCY/s1600/DSCF8708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAl-Guk0xaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Veu5IJGrVCY/s400/DSCF8708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479049075719718306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tienes fascinada, me mantienes en ese estado de incredulidad cada día. No lo entiendo, no sé cómo te las apañas para hacerme reír a carcajadas aunque estés cansado, que me des un masaje aunque seas tú el que está estudiando, que finjas que te encanta mi regalo sólo porque lo he hecho yo. No sé, de verdad, cómo consigues cambiar drásticamente mi humor  sólo con estar 20 minutos tumbados en silencio en tu cama. Ojalá yo sea capaz de provocar algo similar en ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1617957310281331139?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1617957310281331139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1617957310281331139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-tienes-fascinada-me-mantienes-en-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAl-Guk0xaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Veu5IJGrVCY/s72-c/DSCF8708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-9027120582177252480</id><published>2010-06-03T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:41:56.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAgviuDwW4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/rptfreBoOUo/s1600/IMG_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAgviuDwW4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/rptfreBoOUo/s400/IMG_2093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478681220222049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enamorarse es fácil, el verdadero reto es mantenerse enamorado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-9027120582177252480?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9027120582177252480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9027120582177252480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/06/enamorarse-es-facil-el-verdadero-reto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/TAgviuDwW4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/rptfreBoOUo/s72-c/IMG_2093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-191733391203185894</id><published>2010-05-30T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:02:36.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos bien, dijimos, vamos bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4652507644_3bec4e9780.jpg" alt="windy days" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quiero parar el tiempo, si no le doy cuerda a ningún reloj del mundo, si logro pararlos todos ya estará, pero como ese cantante yo he soñado que una multitud me perseguía gritando que no lo iba a conseguir. Es que me cuesta tanto resignarme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-191733391203185894?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/191733391203185894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/191733391203185894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/05/vamos-bien-dijimos-vamos-bien.html' title='Vamos bien, dijimos, vamos bien'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4652507644_3bec4e9780_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7850163859505461780</id><published>2010-05-28T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:59:54.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vgCXkqOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_Lzz98ES0Q/s1600/IMG_4845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vgCXkqOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_Lzz98ES0Q/s400/IMG_4845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476288636832229602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vf42BQII/AAAAAAAAAlg/UJDUMWiGgFI/s1600/IMG_4844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vf42BQII/AAAAAAAAAlg/UJDUMWiGgFI/s400/IMG_4844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476288634275577986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vfRz9ECI/AAAAAAAAAlY/da43kWTOR-Q/s1600/IMG_4840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vfRz9ECI/AAAAAAAAAlY/da43kWTOR-Q/s400/IMG_4840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476288623797932066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Es impresionante como después de más de dos años siga echándote de menos cuando no te tengo un fin de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7850163859505461780?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7850163859505461780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7850163859505461780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/05/es-impresionante-como-despues-de-mas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_-vgCXkqOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_Lzz98ES0Q/s72-c/IMG_4845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-641342764030907761</id><published>2010-05-27T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:58:28.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me despierto muerta de calor. Toda la habitación a rayas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_7OyBzG2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ibPNMOGkNh8/s1600/IMG_4851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_7OyBzG2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ibPNMOGkNh8/s400/IMG_4851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476041555800676738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me entretengo viendo como el sol las dibuja en las persianas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-641342764030907761?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/641342764030907761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/641342764030907761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-despierto-muerta-de-calor-toda-la.html' title='Me despierto muerta de calor. Toda la habitación a rayas.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S_7OyBzG2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ibPNMOGkNh8/s72-c/IMG_4851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-2091212321334562120</id><published>2010-05-04T21:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:01:08.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Di la verdad, llevas tiempo sin romper sin romper muñecos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S-B8fjo-3HI/AAAAAAAAAkg/DKbap2m_-Vg/s400/Film_Burn__pt__5_by_AproposResources.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506829212703858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curada al fin me permito el lujo de observar tu pelo raro, y creo que ahora fumas demasiado... hablas como si te hubieran preguntado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-2091212321334562120?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2091212321334562120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/2091212321334562120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/05/di-la-verdad-llevas-tiempo-sin-romper.html' title='Di la verdad, llevas tiempo sin romper sin romper muñecos.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S-B8fjo-3HI/AAAAAAAAAkg/DKbap2m_-Vg/s72-c/Film_Burn__pt__5_by_AproposResources.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8354043463521767917</id><published>2010-04-29T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:21:38.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3075269276994166395"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S9oF4sa-PyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gnAD1L1C4W8/s400/IMG_397__7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465687569322622754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ei estira’t aquí que surt el sol i no vull dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8354043463521767917?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8354043463521767917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8354043463521767917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/ei-estirat-aqui-que-surt-el-sol-i-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S9oF4sa-PyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gnAD1L1C4W8/s72-c/IMG_397__7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8724125071876679884</id><published>2010-04-25T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:16:43.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S9S_NZ4QPEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DHQRnNFJa0Y/s1600/DSCF750g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S9S_NZ4QPEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DHQRnNFJa0Y/s400/DSCF750g2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464202484913290306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he visto cambiar con las estaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8724125071876679884?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8724125071876679884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8724125071876679884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-he-visto-cambiar-con-las-estaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S9S_NZ4QPEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DHQRnNFJa0Y/s72-c/DSCF750g2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7463744530731358770</id><published>2010-04-22T16:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:03:06.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4278593967_6ba8e1a092.jpg" alt="Vestido floreado reflejado en un hotel de Madrid" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La retrospectiva no me sienta bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7463744530731358770?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7463744530731358770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7463744530731358770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-retrospectiva-no-me-sienta-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4278593967_6ba8e1a092_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-9081916413836093280</id><published>2010-04-20T09:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:43:00.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8zYmvlWhzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/EVy1b5C4jVE/s1600/DSC08404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8zYmvlWhzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/EVy1b5C4jVE/s400/DSC08404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978608213329714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo de menos las cosas simples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-9081916413836093280?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9081916413836093280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9081916413836093280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/echo-de-menos-las-cosas-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8zYmvlWhzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/EVy1b5C4jVE/s72-c/DSC08404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6616260587518145852</id><published>2010-04-12T23:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:43:24.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8OTPMsd1yI/AAAAAAAAAkA/L0UHX0szBds/s1600/IMG_2131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8OTPMsd1yI/AAAAAAAAAkA/L0UHX0szBds/s400/IMG_2131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459369062618224418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaprender todo lo que aprendí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6616260587518145852?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6616260587518145852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6616260587518145852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/desaprender-todo-lo-que-aprendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S8OTPMsd1yI/AAAAAAAAAkA/L0UHX0szBds/s72-c/IMG_2131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4414499951586751689</id><published>2010-04-06T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:40:42.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4413409884_c21a437c04.jpg" alt="Calatrava, mejor no mirar directamente" height="318" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me doy cuenta de que la mitad de las veces no escribo nada porque me da pereza intentar entender todo lo que se me pasa por la cabeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4414499951586751689?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4414499951586751689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4414499951586751689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-doy-cuenta-de-que-la-mitad-de-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4413409884_c21a437c04_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6420607437116022571</id><published>2010-03-31T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:34:21.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 500px;" src="http://spc.fotolog.com/photo/60/2/114/eleal2_bea/1232190603558_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Me estoy quedando ciega con tanta luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6420607437116022571?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6420607437116022571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6420607437116022571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-estoy-quedando-ciega-con-tanta-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-7770738464487313258</id><published>2010-03-30T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:34:12.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te podré seguir a cualquier lugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S7InUFAERqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/niw6m_J8y7w/s1600/IMG_4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S7InUFAERqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/niw6m_J8y7w/s400/IMG_4145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454465324592416418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por lo visto hemos superado eso de 24 horas al día juntos, nosecuantos días a la semana... si no fueras tú estaría acojonada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-7770738464487313258?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7770738464487313258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/7770738464487313258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-podre-seguir-cualquier-lugar.html' title='Te podré seguir a cualquier lugar.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S7InUFAERqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/niw6m_J8y7w/s72-c/IMG_4145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-3182068090470758861</id><published>2010-03-19T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:18:53.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S6NBXsXJVqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gf1YnFU93_g/s400/IMG_4100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450271849349469858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3075269276994166395"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cosiéndome lazos en las flores. Es primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-3182068090470758861?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3182068090470758861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/3182068090470758861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/03/cosiendome-lazos-en-las-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S6NBXsXJVqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gf1YnFU93_g/s72-c/IMG_4100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-348659421474741632</id><published>2010-03-18T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:52:09.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale, vuelvo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4413395782_3cd859b1f9.jpg" alt="la lluvia y las paredes" height="358" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-348659421474741632?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/348659421474741632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/348659421474741632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/03/vale-vuelvo.html' title='Vale, vuelvo.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4413395782_3cd859b1f9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-546707635318549700</id><published>2010-03-11T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:18:30.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4412640637_5cffd73fc6.jpg" alt="chaflán" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-546707635318549700?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/546707635318549700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/546707635318549700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/03/chaflan.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4412640637_5cffd73fc6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4186800974281191649</id><published>2010-03-10T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:26:27.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos pasando los charcos casi sin darnos cuenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3779LatOBI/AAAAAAAAAho/EinnOdZs3RA/s400/IMG_2063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440062428365535250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sigo pensando que el cielo era más bonito por detrás, pero ha sido curioso ver cómo dos gustos tan diferentes se hayan juntado, y que sin saber cómo ha sido, acaben haciendo que nos gusten las mismas cosas importantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4322723025173507052?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4322723025173507052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4322723025173507052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo-sigo-pensando-que-el-cielo-era-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3779LatOBI/AAAAAAAAAho/EinnOdZs3RA/s72-c/IMG_2063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-1029113451170738234</id><published>2010-02-15T10:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:15:40.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vas a llegar ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3kgdjBZapI/AAAAAAAAAhg/biRe79YWtMQ/s400/DSCF8592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413717015980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que deje de nevar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-1029113451170738234?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1029113451170738234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/1029113451170738234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/vas-llegar-ya.html' title='Vas a llegar ya?'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3kgdjBZapI/AAAAAAAAAhg/biRe79YWtMQ/s72-c/DSCF8592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-4297160775651913304</id><published>2010-02-12T21:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:01:53.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo mucho de menos cuando las cosas eran fáciles y las cosas de mayores no eran tu problema.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3XNwHmGVeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/N0ALgpKsK5o/s1600-h/IMG_2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3XNwHmGVeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/N0ALgpKsK5o/s400/IMG_2517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437478351676003810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al principio cuando empezaba a hacerme mayor observaba bastante a la gente, estudiaba como se comportaban y veía las cosas pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acuerdo de estar viendo una vez una película con mi madre (una de esas de niños que pasar un verano en un pueblo perdido de América y al volver en septiembre se dan cuenta de que algo ha cambiado), pues resulta que siempre me acordaré del comentario que hizo, dijo que ella lo sintió igual, que un día se despertó y se dio cuenta de que se había hecho mayor. Por aquel entonces yo debía tener unos 13 años y le di vueltas y vueltas a aquel comentario... y lo dejé aparcado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como he dicho yo miraba y dejaba las cosas pasar, hasta que algo gordo y horrible pasó hace casi 4 años. Yo ya notaba que empezaba a tomar partido en las cosas de mayores, tanto que hasta la gente se lo comentó a mi madre. Y claro, ese día ya no me acuerdo de cómo me sentí, pero sí de cómo ese sentimiento me hizo pensar que ese era el día en que me acababa de hacer definitivamente mayor, demasiado rápido y con un gran vacío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría no haberme dado cuenta de que ese día había llegado. No es bonito vivir echando siempre de menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-4297160775651913304?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4297160775651913304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/4297160775651913304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/echo-mucho-de-menos-cuando-las-cosas.html' title='Echo mucho de menos cuando las cosas eran fáciles y las cosas de mayores no eran tu problema.'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S3XNwHmGVeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/N0ALgpKsK5o/s72-c/IMG_2517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-9055139363380164506</id><published>2010-02-11T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:30:33.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prueba de ello es este blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1264186041953289.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 381px;" src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1264186041953289.jpeg" alt="" 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/3075269276994166395-9055139363380164506?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9055139363380164506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/9055139363380164506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/prueba-de-ello-es-este-blog.html' title='Prueba de ello es este blog'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8660525373478912930</id><published>2010-02-06T23:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:49:13.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La chica de los ojos tristes .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S23w2Z2yr_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/a6ZyJe-UI2c/s1600-h/IMG_2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S23w2Z2yr_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/a6ZyJe-UI2c/s400/IMG_2616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435265142750359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8660525373478912930?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8660525373478912930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8660525373478912930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-chica-de-los-ojos-tristes.html' title='La chica de los ojos tristes .'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S23w2Z2yr_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/a6ZyJe-UI2c/s72-c/IMG_2616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5009655674063649884</id><published>2010-02-06T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:50:28.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3075269276994166395"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S23wCxc5EtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DOj3S5oFS4Y/s400/IMG_2029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435264255730979538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es primavera donde yo crecí, rodeada de salitre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5009655674063649884?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5009655674063649884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5009655674063649884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/siempre-es-primavera-donde-yo-creci.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S23wCxc5EtI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DOj3S5oFS4Y/s72-c/IMG_2029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-5562760385960869844</id><published>2010-02-02T21:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:50:43.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sé que no es nada del otro mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3075269276994166395&amp;amp;postID=5562760385960869844"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S2iV4ES63PI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TAHNLsDBi_I/s400/IMG_3005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433757740880813298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Igual enfoqué esa flor porque era la que mejor permitía enfocar mi pisa. No sé, puede que fuera porque parece que tiene un collar o porque está ella solita y alrededor no hay ninguna igual. Puede ser muchas cosas y ahora no me acuerdo de por qué. Pero eso no significa que en su momento dudara en enfocarla. Fue ella, sin más, la que atrajo mi atención. Ojalá fuera lo suficientemente inteligente como para saber por qué, o para saber por qué entre toda la gente tú al final me elegiste a mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-5562760385960869844?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5562760385960869844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/5562760385960869844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/02/igual-enfoque-esa-flor-porque-era-la.html' title='Sé que no es nada del otro mundo'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S2iV4ES63PI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TAHNLsDBi_I/s72-c/IMG_3005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-8446629081172034606</id><published>2010-02-01T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:50:57.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3075269276994166395&amp;amp;postID=8446629081172034606"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S2V70Y5ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vkFpGmXPjzk/s400/IMG_2184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432884665458956322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel better remind me to spend some good time with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-8446629081172034606?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8446629081172034606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/8446629081172034606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-ever-feel-better-remind-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/S2V70Y5ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vkFpGmXPjzk/s72-c/IMG_2184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075269276994166395.post-6005674454920769526</id><published>2010-01-30T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:07:18.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Más cosas que son Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4314259837_e051cf6b49.jpg" alt="cosas que son Barcelona 4" height="372" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3075269276994166395-6005674454920769526?l=naranjalidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6005674454920769526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3075269276994166395/posts/default/6005674454920769526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naranjalidad.blogspot.com/2010/01/cosas-que-son-barcelona-4.html' title='Más cosas que son Barcelona'/><author><name>Bea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQHWOqYmFj0/SmwshaNinrI/AAAAAAAAATo/P-65Ewuacqo/S220/DSCF9284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4314259837_e051cf6b49_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
