tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47589392776718768222011-07-08T04:01:28.516-07:00Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-2014199922273510472009-08-28T12:17:00.001-07:002009-08-28T12:19:15.460-07:00" <em>Si Galicia fuese una sola persona por sus venas correría agua de mar. Para muchos gallegos, el balanceo del mar será el de su cuna y el de su ataúd </em>"<br /><br />Manuel Rivas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-201419992227351047?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-10705556189443063342009-05-27T12:54:00.000-07:002010-06-02T03:57:42.565-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/Sh2cN3CNWZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qAukRXTJVCk/s1600-h/lousa.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340596495056722322" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/Sh2cN3CNWZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qAukRXTJVCk/s200/lousa.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>- Avoa, fasme a merenda?<br />E de que a queres? Fágoche un bocadillo de pan sucau con tomate e xamón da casa?<br />- Vale<br />(e pónse a roer no pan)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-1070555618944306334?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-84055797592325061362009-03-07T15:40:00.000-08:002009-03-07T15:56:35.223-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SbMJfTN8r8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/w3cvuon9rz4/s1600-h/nos_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310598818939318210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SbMJfTN8r8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/w3cvuon9rz4/s200/nos_0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-8405579759232506136?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-4795034994005167682008-10-18T11:58:00.000-07:002008-10-18T12:04:45.650-07:00<div align="justify">En la Antigüedad no se sabía cómo nacían las abejas. Los sabios, como Aristóteles, inventaron teorías disparatadas. Se decía, por ejemplo, que las abejas venían del vientre de los bueyes muertos. Y todo esto, ¿sabe por qué? Porque no eran capaces de ver que el rey era una reina. ¿Cómo sustentar la libertad sobre una mentira semejante?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center">Manuel Rivas - <em>O lapis do carpinteiro</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-479503499400516768?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-40662890279611203792008-09-15T16:46:00.000-07:002008-09-21T08:56:33.289-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM77lLNQRFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xTt7TEDTJ1E/s1600-h/nelson-mandela1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246407232015320146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM77lLNQRFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xTt7TEDTJ1E/s200/nelson-mandela1.jpg" width="239" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM71RWwMYTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MRJKpBC-Kvw/s1600-h/46664logo.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM71RWwMYTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MRJKpBC-Kvw/s1600-h/46664logo.jpg"></blockquote></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM71RWwMYTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MRJKpBC-Kvw/s1600-h/46664logo.jpg"><p align="center"></a></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;">Luis Vives a Erasmo:</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">"</span> <span style="color:#006600;">No se puede hablar ni call</span></strong></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SM70zMSOrTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dtXYv9uDMeU/s1600-h/46664logo.jpg"></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#006600;">ar sin</span> <em><span style="color:#990000;">peligro</span></em> <span style="color:#006600;">"</span></span></strong></strong></span></strong></span></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-4066289027961120379?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758939277671876822.post-28415014512604790042008-07-06T06:57:00.000-07:002011-01-12T15:06:00.909-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SHDbqf9kUmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cclXz4r_sF8/s1600-h/caos_i_formaweb.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219913491303125602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilBt3Y2F5w/SHDbqf9kUmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cclXz4r_sF8/s200/caos_i_formaweb.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Me angustia la espera, la respiración del enfermo tísico, la mirada perdida del anciano que sólo espera la muerte. Punto. Me cansa la gente, la guerra, las idas y venidas sin sentido, el "estamos aquí pero nos iremos", las pulgas que atormentan la vida del perro. Punto. Me falta conocimiento, me sobra imaginación. Punto y coma. Alegría y ganas de vivir. Soy. Puntos suspensivos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758939277671876822-2841501451260479004?l=shoniaghamberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shonia Ghamberrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862527321990052477noreply@blogger.com2