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Autor: Armando Zacarias

París

julio 8, 2014 Armando Zacarias Uncategorized

Sin esperarlo, un día de Febrero, tomamos el primer tren Lyon-Paris, mi último tren en Francia, sin tener grandes expectativas[…]

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¡Ganó México!

junio 17, 2014 Armando Zacarias Uncategorized

¡Ganó México! Y ganó por mucho, desde hace ya varios años, estos mexicanos haciendo magia, realmente cabrones, pues hacen de[…]

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Altar a las flores del mal

junio 15, 2014 Armando Zacarias Uncategorized
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Un ángel que desea ser humano

junio 6, 2014 Armando Zacarias Uncategorized
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Mi propio universo

mayo 30, 2014 Armando Zacarias Fotografía
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Lujuria y narcisismo

mayo 21, 2014 Armando Zacarias Fotografía
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Cuando la realidad no alcanza

mayo 10, 2014 Armando Zacarias Uncategorized
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Un lunes es lo que tengo, una semilla de semana.  

Un lunes, verdes horas adentro del corazón,

una palabra entre las risas y los ojos de una mariposa que sueña en su crisálida.  

Alquimia, Claudia Caicedo

Quote of the day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining.

David Brin

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

    All losses are restored and sorrows end.

W. Shakespeare

Quote of the day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining.

David Brin
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