<?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-32626665</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:58:46.272-08:00</updated><category term='poema'/><title type='text'>Ritmos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2324804272666434407</id><published>2012-01-16T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:22:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anoche Ví a Mi Papá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jrgwPri2V0/TxUE92g0LoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oB36-D3MHnA/s1600/Guido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jrgwPri2V0/TxUE92g0LoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oB36-D3MHnA/s400/Guido.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anoche ví a mi papá,&lt;br /&gt;me lo encontré en una fiesta de año nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me le acerqué cuando estaba a punto de introducir&lt;br /&gt;un huevito de codorniz en una cremita rosada&amp;nbsp;y yo lo saludé:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Epale, Guido Couttenye!&lt;br /&gt;(No sé porque no salió, -Bendición papi-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abrazamos con la naturalidad y&lt;br /&gt;el calor de nuestro abrazo cotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;porque como que lo había visto ayer,&lt;br /&gt;o esa misma tarde mas temprano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lo toqué, lo sentí y su cara tocó la mía.&lt;br /&gt;Y nos abrazamos rico, especialmente rico&lt;br /&gt;para mi porque&amp;nbsp;no fue ayer que lo ví, aunque&lt;br /&gt;así se sintió.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esto no me lo podía perder- dijo, refiriéndose&lt;br /&gt;no se si a la fiesta o a los huevitos de codorniz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era cerca de la media noche. &amp;nbsp;Señoras de vestido largo.&lt;br /&gt;Medio-calvos con güisky en mano. &amp;nbsp;Niños con&lt;br /&gt;luces de bengala aún sin prender. &amp;nbsp;Alguien guiaba&lt;br /&gt;a los invitados a un área en la terraza&lt;br /&gt;para ver los fuegos artificiales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, me empezó a hablar&amp;nbsp;de la fábrica&lt;br /&gt;como si you le hubiese preguntado:&lt;br /&gt;-Y ¿cómo van los negocios?&lt;br /&gt;- Nooooo, todo va bien. &amp;nbsp;La planta de arriba produciendo&lt;br /&gt;a toda capacidad. &amp;nbsp;Las órdenes despachándose sin problema ... -&lt;br /&gt;y así siguió como si yo fuese su colega, dándole a la lengua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y de todas las máquinas, ¿cuál es la mas eficiente?-&lt;br /&gt;le pregunto yo curiosa (sin pensar que esta es una conversación&lt;br /&gt;totalmente anormal: mi papá hablando del trabajo con una hija.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, la de Nicasoa- afirmó con orgullo&lt;br /&gt;(sonaba como Alcoa) y siguió&lt;br /&gt;- Esa planta nunca nos da problemas. Esa es la que produce más y&lt;br /&gt;no hay que estarle metiendo capital ni nada. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo seguía oyendo pero poco a poco me empezaba a&lt;br /&gt;sorprender. &amp;nbsp;De a poquito intuí de que esta conversación&lt;br /&gt;estaba un poco rara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por cierto, allí le dejé a tu mamá una tarjeta&lt;br /&gt;con un millón trecientos mil. &amp;nbsp;Tu sabes, para que la tenga allí&lt;br /&gt;por si cualquier cosa. -&lt;br /&gt;- Chévere papi, gracias.-&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, vamos a ver los fuegos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me agarro del brazo con su cara de felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;cabeza en alto, respirando el orgullo de llevar&lt;br /&gt;junto a el a su hija emperifollada de año nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;vestido largo, maquillaje y tacón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sentí su flux tieso y elegante, &lt;br /&gt;sentí su mano con su anillo&amp;nbsp;agarrando la mía y&lt;br /&gt;sentí la felicidad inmensa&lt;br /&gt;de encontrármelo, tan naturalmente, en una fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2324804272666434407?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2324804272666434407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2324804272666434407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2324804272666434407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2324804272666434407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2012/01/anoche-vi-mi-papa.html' title='Anoche Ví a Mi Papá'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jrgwPri2V0/TxUE92g0LoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oB36-D3MHnA/s72-c/Guido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-7478218528413401857</id><published>2011-11-06T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:02:14.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Farewell to Windrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Windrush: La Colina Donde Corre El Viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a Spanglish poem for students, faculty, staff and families at Windrush&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from Rennea Couttenye, Oct 28, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Windrush is a jardín on a hill. &amp;nbsp;Here I landed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pushed by ocean breezes onto a cerrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here I grew and became a flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You have too, &amp;nbsp;since we first said hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today winds are strong and take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like fresh cut stem, I feel some pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's scary to fly in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(think of it, Mary Poppins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icTyBGsALaM/TrdJAXV8O2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/1aGJZucQBf4/s1600/rennea+poppins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icTyBGsALaM/TrdJAXV8O2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/1aGJZucQBf4/s640/rennea+poppins.jpg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Still, every time I've been lifted away in el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've flown to unknown places, and safely landed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and all the amigos I left behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;are close, still friends of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For all the people here at Windrush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;en la Colina Donde Corre el Viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;deséenme suerte on my take-off and flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be back to visit in algún momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wish me a good landing in a place that's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a place friendly and nurturing and lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like this wonderful escuela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Windrush School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7478218528413401857?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7478218528413401857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7478218528413401857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7478218528413401857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7478218528413401857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/11/farewell-to-windrush.html' title='Farewell to Windrush'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icTyBGsALaM/TrdJAXV8O2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/1aGJZucQBf4/s72-c/rennea+poppins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3377125249384991837</id><published>2011-10-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:18:34.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reposo de Nubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1OpbZFNgx4/TpZHEC8QQ6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/wI3AjG4bw5c/s1600/DSCN2434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1OpbZFNgx4/TpZHEC8QQ6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/wI3AjG4bw5c/s400/DSCN2434.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lo que me gusta hacer un fin de semana en otoño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKnvvg_7usE/TpZHFoFe1kI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JlvXXbKLaBY/s1600/DSCN2437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKnvvg_7usE/TpZHFoFe1kI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JlvXXbKLaBY/s400/DSCN2437.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Es ir a visitar a las rocas y a las nubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nxFUrJzJmA/TpZHGHwF8KI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Udh-mUkxJjc/s1600/DSCN2442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nxFUrJzJmA/TpZHGHwF8KI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Udh-mUkxJjc/s400/DSCN2442.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y no dejar de pasar las agujas de pino y la tierra húmeda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74POxaD9-zg/TpZHH1tXd6I/AAAAAAAAA2s/FnFUnq0X3j0/s1600/DSCN2446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74POxaD9-zg/TpZHH1tXd6I/AAAAAAAAA2s/FnFUnq0X3j0/s400/DSCN2446.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;al tope de capas, torres y tortas de granito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kxOsJyPSUM/TpZHLHeqFnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ppKibCEfneI/s1600/DSCN2462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1kxOsJyPSUM/TpZHLHeqFnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ppKibCEfneI/s400/DSCN2462.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;te puedes sentar a conversar o simplemente a mirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;como reposan las nubes o como se mueven&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIOd5zs6jrI/TpZHLvxGv-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Fla8Bf9O6ZQ/s1600/DSCN2464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIOd5zs6jrI/TpZHLvxGv-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Fla8Bf9O6ZQ/s400/DSCN2464.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;comerte una naranja, un sanduche de salami y te tomas una foto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekbCWtc2xgk/TpZHL_UPOdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/IavzYBfdtUY/s1600/DSCN2478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekbCWtc2xgk/TpZHL_UPOdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/IavzYBfdtUY/s640/DSCN2478.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;un mundo hermoso a mis pies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulvk5yMCv_I/TpZHKYiduDI/AAAAAAAAA28/LScbYMrFM4U/s1600/DSCN2457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulvk5yMCv_I/TpZHKYiduDI/AAAAAAAAA28/LScbYMrFM4U/s400/DSCN2457.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvxR4U7L9Fg/TpZJcvFNZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wyqi4nX-lFg/s1600/clouds+rest+landscape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvxR4U7L9Fg/TpZJcvFNZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wyqi4nX-lFg/s640/clouds+rest+landscape.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;muchos caminos mas para recorrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-3377125249384991837?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/3377125249384991837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=3377125249384991837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3377125249384991837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3377125249384991837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/10/reposo-de-nubes.html' title='Reposo de Nubes'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1OpbZFNgx4/TpZHEC8QQ6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/wI3AjG4bw5c/s72-c/DSCN2434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3053012626171273627</id><published>2011-02-03T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:48:59.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>GRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gris en Punta de Reyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoQ-Q61-I/AAAAAAAAA00/DGz4-0OtYFw/s1600/DSCN9188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoQ-Q61-I/AAAAAAAAA00/DGz4-0OtYFw/s320/DSCN9188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gris madera naufraga de galeón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gris pacífico, gris ballena, gris tiburón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Húmedo y puro gris que respiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;polvo atomizado, gris que llena el sediento pulmón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoR3RC0gI/AAAAAAAAA04/bnTNCEODEDs/s1600/DSCN9193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoR3RC0gI/AAAAAAAAA04/bnTNCEODEDs/s320/DSCN9193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gris nubarrón, cielo borroso de entrañas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gris gaviota, gris grulla, gris araña.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fino talco gris de transparencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que se vuelve miníscula gota en mis pestañas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoNpyhRtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/aZgPuG8devk/s1600/DSCN9201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoNpyhRtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/aZgPuG8devk/s320/DSCN9201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gris rechazando al blanco de llenura pura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gris evadiendo al negro imponente que supura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gris hijo, gris mulato, gris sardina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;es gris de Reyes que rueda entre el prieto y la albina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-3053012626171273627?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/3053012626171273627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=3053012626171273627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3053012626171273627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3053012626171273627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/02/gris.html' title='GRIS'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtoQ-Q61-I/AAAAAAAAA00/DGz4-0OtYFw/s72-c/DSCN9188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-34996097846689334</id><published>2011-01-29T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:35:35.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>49</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally becoming a TRUE 49er:&lt;br /&gt;pioneer woman, gold digger, fighting my way in the wild frontier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday January 30th, celebrate with me that 29 years ago I arrived in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;youthful and energetic at 20, found a few gold nuggets and stayed for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rennea Clementine de la Josephine Boone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtiFAGMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euq-o2up9-8/s1600/49er%2Brennea-woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtiFAGMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euq-o2up9-8/s400/49er%2Brennea-woman.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Brunch&lt;br /&gt;The celebration consists of an early &lt;b&gt;arepada-brunch&lt;/b&gt; from 12:30 to 2:30&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;b&gt;bluegrass duet&lt;/b&gt; playing special 49rs music around 2:30pm&lt;br /&gt;joyful laughter, lively music, and tasty arepas shared&amp;nbsp;with a small group of friends&lt;br /&gt;including you (not the usual bash, which I'm reserving for my 50th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring violins, accordions or banjos to keep with the theme of Oh My Darling, Clementine.&lt;br /&gt;"... dwelt a miner, 49er and his daughter Clementine"&lt;br /&gt;(cuatros and maracas are acceptable substitutes)&lt;br /&gt;Miners attire and gold pan optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respondez si vous plait&lt;/b&gt; - (RSVP) by Jan 26 to measure the Harina Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place:&amp;nbsp;Rennea's Saloon-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;681 Victoria St. SF 94127&lt;br /&gt;Time: Jan 30, 2011-&amp;nbsp;half past&amp;nbsp;High Noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtiFNpBwVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/lFVcEkC1LwU/s1600/will%2Byou%2Bbe%2Bcoming%253F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtiFNpBwVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/lFVcEkC1LwU/s400/will%2Byou%2Bbe%2Bcoming%253F.jpg" width="300" /&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/32626665-34996097846689334?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/34996097846689334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=34996097846689334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/34996097846689334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/34996097846689334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/02/49.html' title='49'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtiFAGMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euq-o2up9-8/s72-c/49er%2Brennea-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2606918122538355761</id><published>2011-01-29T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:36:20.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtkBVkv4NI/AAAAAAAAA0c/VnxURbB2Qts/s1600/48-days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtkBVkv4NI/AAAAAAAAA0c/VnxURbB2Qts/s400/48-days.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtkBd8SCPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/otoEGFi1WE4/s1600/48_years.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtkBd8SCPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/otoEGFi1WE4/s400/48_years.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48 days&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siddhartha Gautama, the founder of Buddhism, sat under a bodhi tree for 48 days&lt;br /&gt;attempting to understand the nature of reality and Universe. Buddhism was the result."&lt;br /&gt;- source Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;48 years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Rennea Couttenye, tropical party ambassador, has put on annual birthday celebrations for 48 years&lt;br /&gt;in the attempt to perfect the most wonderful event. &amp;nbsp;The Best Party in Town is the result."&lt;br /&gt;- source Rennepedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are invited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FRIDAY 29 of January 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9:00 pm till dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(helper elves come at 8:00)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring food, drinks, a friend or two&lt;br /&gt;and your dancing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;snake charmers - walking over coals - exotic dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;681 Victoria St. San Francisco CA 94127&lt;br /&gt;RSVP or not : rennea@mac.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2606918122538355761?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2606918122538355761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2606918122538355761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2606918122538355761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2606918122538355761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/02/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtkBVkv4NI/AAAAAAAAA0c/VnxURbB2Qts/s72-c/48-days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6897296336096715449</id><published>2011-01-29T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:37:02.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FORTY-SOMETHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is described in Wikipedia as: "... generally accepted as the start of middle age."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say what????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is described by Rennea as: "The point of perfect ripeness and &amp;nbsp;renaissance of the body, mind and soul"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bearing the "ripe fruit" in mind, bring yourself to dance drink and be merry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtlNEJwUSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5Lw1n0GgZCc/s1600/pomegranate+ripe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtlNEJwUSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5Lw1n0GgZCc/s320/pomegranate+ripe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are invited to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RENNEA'S B-DAY PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JANUARY 31ST, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8:30 pm&amp;nbsp;concert-style musical entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9:30pm on full-on blast dance with GUAPACHOSO BAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11pm best drink of the party taste-test**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;** bring your favorite concoction and we'll find unbiased testers for your original drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please bring tasty bites to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-6897296336096715449?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/6897296336096715449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=6897296336096715449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6897296336096715449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6897296336096715449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2011/02/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TUtlNEJwUSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5Lw1n0GgZCc/s72-c/pomegranate+ripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2049974121351804704</id><published>2010-12-12T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:02:07.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nacho Libre, Contessa María Ignacia y Amadeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRm94NKTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/4x49pw6prac/s1600/P1090485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRm94NKTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/4x49pw6prac/s320/P1090485.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is all Tulio's fault! Oh Amadeus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of Tulio and Tere's fans from the Bay Area did, &lt;br /&gt;Graciela and Rennea added to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;that mobilized themselves to "the valley"&lt;br /&gt;on a second week of December to help celebrate Tulio's 50's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Rennea missed the point of it being&lt;br /&gt;an elegant Venetian theme and brought some&lt;br /&gt;south-of-the-border Mexican twist to the mascaraed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRk1yw77I/AAAAAAAAAzg/5wBFaQCOy5E/s1600/P1090490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRk1yw77I/AAAAAAAAAzg/5wBFaQCOy5E/s320/P1090490.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRlmtKr4I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PUHAOU-l-U0/s1600/P1090500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRlmtKr4I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PUHAOU-l-U0/s320/P1090500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRmKUlGjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DKw2ID-uhkk/s1600/P1090496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRmKUlGjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DKw2ID-uhkk/s320/P1090496.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRmWj6rfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mzKeWRhyYIE/s1600/P1090487_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRmWj6rfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mzKeWRhyYIE/s320/P1090487_2.jpg" width="320" /&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/32626665-2049974121351804704?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2049974121351804704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2049974121351804704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2049974121351804704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2049974121351804704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/12/nacho-libre-contessa-maria-ignacia-y.html' title='Nacho Libre, Contessa María Ignacia y Amadeus'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQXRm94NKTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/4x49pw6prac/s72-c/P1090485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6888213406588843039</id><published>2010-10-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:17:34.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frutos y Colores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRJdehX2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/hCs6RLEAOcw/s1600/DSC00791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRJdehX2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/hCs6RLEAOcw/s320/DSC00791.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Las ciruelas amarillas de David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRSvL1PuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SXstWba3hGQ/s1600/DSCN9113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRSvL1PuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SXstWba3hGQ/s320/DSCN9113.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lost tomates colorados de Rennea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRdvidJXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/q3mrXEUY-kQ/s1600/DSCN9119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRdvidJXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/q3mrXEUY-kQ/s320/DSCN9119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Papas, yellow squash, cilantro y tomates del jardín de la casa rosada de Rennea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRMLiTD6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7Va47L0w-qc/s1600/DSC00765_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRMLiTD6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7Va47L0w-qc/s320/DSC00765_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El prado dorado que rodea la casa roja de David.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-6888213406588843039?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/6888213406588843039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=6888213406588843039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6888213406588843039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6888213406588843039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/12/frutos-y-colores.html' title='Frutos y Colores'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TQmRJdehX2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/hCs6RLEAOcw/s72-c/DSC00791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5339408705127874828</id><published>2010-08-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:51:14.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>No a Turquía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtWbRAYKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/FFnusmHtOgk/s1600/DSCN9071_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502322708039360674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtWbRAYKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/FFnusmHtOgk/s400/DSCN9071_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mediados de julio del 2010 pasé casi tres semanas en México &lt;br /&gt;en un fabuloso eco-boutique hotel, &lt;a href="http://www.playaviva.com/"&gt;Playa Viva&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;br /&gt;que está siendo desarrollado por mis amigos Sandra y David, &lt;br /&gt;quienes de querernos tanto,  nos sentimos familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos son mis padres adoptados y sus hijos Ilán y Ariella, como mis hermanos.&lt;br /&gt;Los cuatro se fueron a España y Turquía de vacaciones.  Mientras tanto &lt;br /&gt;yo hice una limpieza- ayuno en Playa Viva.  Esta me dejó limpia y esencial: &lt;br /&gt;10 lb menos de cuerpo y 10 lb mas de alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las personas que trabajan en Playa Viva fueron especiales, cariñosas&lt;br /&gt;y una comunidad muy querida.  En su libro de recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;les hice un dibujo y les escribí el siguiente poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtVp93stI/AAAAAAAAAyI/h0KmeAbQwX0/s1600/DSCN9061_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502322694805762770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtVp93stI/AAAAAAAAAyI/h0KmeAbQwX0/s400/DSCN9061_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis papis se fueron &lt;br /&gt;de vacaciones&lt;br /&gt;con Ilán y Ariella&lt;br /&gt;a navegar en Turquía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejaron entonces&lt;br /&gt;que yo me fuera&lt;br /&gt;en recompensa&lt;br /&gt;a Playa Viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿porqué no me llevan?&lt;br /&gt;me preguntaba&lt;br /&gt;- ¿huelo mal?&lt;br /&gt;triste you gemía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me propuse entonces&lt;br /&gt;una limpieza de cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;un austero ayuno&lt;br /&gt;como de once días&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwzG9jcHBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ne6UcE39GSE/s1600/DSCN8971.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502329039435340818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwzG9jcHBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ne6UcE39GSE/s400/DSCN8971.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomé limón, &lt;br /&gt;maple y cayena&lt;br /&gt;y agua salada&lt;br /&gt;con mi nueva familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de ellos&lt;br /&gt;de mi cuidaron&lt;br /&gt;tal cual como si yo&lt;br /&gt;fuera su hija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia gerenciaba&lt;br /&gt;Chenca regaba&lt;br /&gt;Johnny servía&lt;br /&gt;agua de coco fría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marino armonizaba&lt;br /&gt;Lupe agua buscaba&lt;br /&gt;José trajo sus piezas&lt;br /&gt;de arqueología&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moisés mostraba tortugas&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo las liberaba&lt;br /&gt;Serafín limpiaba la piscina&lt;br /&gt;todos los dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwzHNYT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yKEvKeWuTKE/s1600/DSCN8975.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502329043683629458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwzHNYT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yKEvKeWuTKE/s400/DSCN8975.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan educaba&lt;br /&gt;Gloria limpiaba&lt;br /&gt;Olga cocinaba exquisito&lt;br /&gt;con gran maestría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así yo la pasé&lt;br /&gt;caminaba en la playa&lt;br /&gt;nadaba en el mar&lt;br /&gt;mis libros leía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormía la siesta&lt;br /&gt;me daba masajes&lt;br /&gt;escribía poemas&lt;br /&gt;y hasta yoga hacía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFw0AKSbUhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/3XG0ZeVS7ak/s1600/pv+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502330022106190354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFw0AKSbUhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/3XG0ZeVS7ak/s400/pv+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 92px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desentoxiqué&lt;br /&gt;me adelgacé&lt;br /&gt;me purifiqué&lt;br /&gt;y ahora mal no olía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi nueva familia me quiere&lt;br /&gt;y yo mucho los aprecio&lt;br /&gt;y tambien a mis papis&lt;br /&gt;que siguen en Turquía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtV6pZI_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FNdhbl0igZc/s1600/DSCN9069_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502322699283276786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtV6pZI_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FNdhbl0igZc/s400/DSCN9069_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5339408705127874828?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5339408705127874828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5339408705127874828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5339408705127874828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5339408705127874828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-turquia.html' title='No a Turquía'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TFwtWbRAYKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/FFnusmHtOgk/s72-c/DSCN9071_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5321720864743043652</id><published>2010-07-27T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:39:43.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivos, Palos y Mecates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100161"&gt;For photo album of this trip click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpTZeBHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dg15mopT0E4/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpTZeBHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dg15mopT0E4/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790301484844146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La razón principal por la cual fuimos al paseo a los Alpes Trinitarios en el condado de Humboldt fue porque lo chivos iban a llevar los peroles: comida, carpa, colchón,  saco de dormir, etc, etc.  Bueno… y porque Mountain Man es fabuloso cocinero, guía y amigo. Y, de paso, ¿que mejor forma de pasar el tiempo un grupo de amigos, que pasando trabajo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-igq4kbdI/AAAAAAAAAxo/lEw_HxvKjpk/s1600/DSC_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-igq4kbdI/AAAAAAAAAxo/lEw_HxvKjpk/s400/DSC_0401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498792352193736146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rennea organizó al grupo.  Como buena hermana mayor, convenció a Johanna que era justo y necesario que ella tomara una vacación de este tipo… alejada del mundo e internada en otro distinto del noroeste pacífico,  tan bello, tranquilo y simple, que sería inspirador.  No costó convencerla.  A Luis nadie le preguntó.  Vino porque ya tenía pasaje comprado y se le hizo un regalo sorpresa de cumpleaños.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-kIHZMCQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/V_SPh7l-qkw/s1600/DSCF2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-kIHZMCQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/V_SPh7l-qkw/s400/DSCF2060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794129373268226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Graciela estuvo anotada desde el principio ya que es veterana de estos paseos.  Mountain Man,  nuestro hombre de las montañas,  trajo a Louise, la parisina, de ayudanta con los chivos, el fuego o la cocina.  Esta, a pesar de nunca haber salido de camping "en su vida", (segun ella) pasaba rios sin importarle las rocas o la corriente y caminaba con comodidad indígena descalza por los caminos de piedra y tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-kIUHvXkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/E0soBa8thyM/s1600/DSCF2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-kIUHvXkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/E0soBa8thyM/s400/DSCF2100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794132789747266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Para nuestra protección contra especies salvajes que en los bosques abundan, trajimos a LaLune y a Mesa, equipo madre e hija, perras las dos,  quienes ladraron y gruñeron a campistas indeseables, a cuanta sombra se movía y heróicamente al oso que vino de visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-igbMsWWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/JNRuRGPNbzw/s1600/DSC_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-igbMsWWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/JNRuRGPNbzw/s400/DSC_0295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498792347983173986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Los chivos, o cabras, como les quieran decir, fueron esenciales para el viaje.  Como buenas hembras machas, dieron la talla de cualquier mula o camella cargando pesados equipos, comida, regadera portátil y hasta el gran pote de Nutella celebratoria.  A Chloe, Tiny y Zeta se les otorgará un diploma de salva-espaldas, salva-piernas, salva-coyunturas de los integrantes de la tropa.  Este se le hará llegar durante el curso de este año 2010.  (Lo que no sabemos es si estas cabras adquirieron problemas de espalda, piernas y coyunturas ellas mismas para salvarnos a nosotros.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpbX-n_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/6u3HXkDsmOg/s1600/DSCN8750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpbX-n_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/6u3HXkDsmOg/s400/DSCN8750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790303626076146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Los palos fueron tan esenciales como el chivo.  ¡Siempre lo son! Llevamos varios palos y hasta trajimos dos de repuesto que no utilizamos. Estos un poco mas pequeños pero que se hacen grande con el frotamiento mágico en vez del convencional desenrroscamiento.  Estos palos compactos los dejamos en su estuche sin usar gracias a los palos comprados en tiendas tipo REI.  Pero, pensándolo bien,  esta última afirmación no ha sido verificada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpB8_KNI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7Es4-deSpfQ/s1600/DSC_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpB8_KNI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7Es4-deSpfQ/s400/DSC_0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498790296801978578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y el mecate, sinceramente no fue necesario. El uso del mecate que sería halar o atar, le correspondió a un personaje en vez de a una cuerda de sisal.  Luis fué un magnífico cabrón, es decir, cabrestero, que mejor que la parisina, llevó a esos chivos por el camino, silbándoles y alzándoles la cola sin pena alguna y enamorose de la profesión (de cabrestero, no de cabrón)  Así que nos quedamos con los chivos y sin el mecate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100161"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuento fotográfico: haga ¡click! en esta liga.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-lz1ElvuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/N7LLZRUdr04/s1600/DSC_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-lz1ElvuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/N7LLZRUdr04/s400/DSC_0384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498795979880906466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5321720864743043652?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5321720864743043652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5321720864743043652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5321720864743043652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5321720864743043652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/07/chivos-palos-y-mecates.html' title='Chivos, Palos y Mecates'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TE-gpTZeBHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dg15mopT0E4/s72-c/DSC_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2068149192862093897</id><published>2010-06-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:24:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LaMontelot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepxWrW8vI/AAAAAAAAAwA/11SmX7kbPBY/s1600/DSCN8642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepxWrW8vI/AAAAAAAAAwA/11SmX7kbPBY/s400/DSCN8642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496548535595102962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days, through widow's watch tower windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepw95Yp9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/8BPko9-FvRs/s1600/DSCN8606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepw95Yp9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/8BPko9-FvRs/s400/DSCN8606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496548528943048658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the view of sailboats or visitors to LaMontelot or my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepwj7wQ1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/HU6SGZxOt20/s1600/DSCN8605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepwj7wQ1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/HU6SGZxOt20/s400/DSCN8605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496548521973662546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly plush pumpkin pillows cushioned me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepwLoE3GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5GV7N211OYw/s1600/DSC_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepwLoE3GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5GV7N211OYw/s400/DSC_0208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496548515448675426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as guests arrived at Betsey's for Welles or Heidi and Hartmut's events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2068149192862093897?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2068149192862093897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2068149192862093897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2068149192862093897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2068149192862093897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/07/lamontelot.html' title='LaMontelot'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEepxWrW8vI/AAAAAAAAAwA/11SmX7kbPBY/s72-c/DSCN8642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-371830371571719225</id><published>2010-06-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:19:49.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi y Hartmut y el Café de la Mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9mMqGxUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zzzf40vpX0w/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9mMqGxUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zzzf40vpX0w/s400/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496781440392021314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9mv2RsSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/yFoCxIRpBE4/s1600/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9mv2RsSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/yFoCxIRpBE4/s400/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496781449838309666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9nBePA1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/AOY-2h1bEnU/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9nBePA1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/AOY-2h1bEnU/s400/DSC_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496781454569309010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de 22 años como pareja, &lt;br /&gt;Heidi y Hartmut decidieron casarse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Porqué?- muchos preguntaron (y yo tambien)&lt;br /&gt;-Es el momento -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda pareja han pasado &lt;br /&gt;por tormentas fuertes en su relación.  &lt;br /&gt;Lo bello es oir de su labor y ver el fruto de su trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;Fue inspirador el verlos resplandecientes, &lt;br /&gt;victoriosos y enamorados &lt;br /&gt;y sientiéndose como adolecentes.&lt;br /&gt;(A pesar de que todo esto lo dijeron en alemán)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La labor que hicieron, la siguen haciendo.&lt;br /&gt;Hartmut y Heidi trabajan largas horas&lt;br /&gt;pero en común tienen esta cita matutina e imperecedera.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos hablan de esta reunión diaria como esencial &lt;br /&gt;para manternerlos presentes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Se visten con elegantes kimonos.  &lt;br /&gt;Se sientan frente a su bandeja &lt;br /&gt;con el café servido en lindas tazas.  &lt;br /&gt;Ataviados y con serenidad,    &lt;br /&gt;conversan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-371830371571719225?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/371830371571719225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=371830371571719225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/371830371571719225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/371830371571719225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/07/heidi-y-hartmut-y-el-cafe-de-la-manana.html' title='Heidi y Hartmut y el Café de la Mañana'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh9mMqGxUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zzzf40vpX0w/s72-c/DSC_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-7019955091722566210</id><published>2010-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:18:56.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh3GUmp5tI/AAAAAAAAAwI/d9usEVNzOHc/s1600/DSC_0037_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh3GUmp5tI/AAAAAAAAAwI/d9usEVNzOHc/s400/DSC_0037_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496774295699449554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welles was scary to me when we first met, &lt;br /&gt;strange species he was.&lt;br /&gt;His mellow heart hardly shone through shells&lt;br /&gt;but his sweetness was felt by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renie Joie, Avery and Skylr children as they were&lt;br /&gt;pulled sweet nectar from him&lt;br /&gt;Like a humming bird or a rare flower, when you get a good view, &lt;br /&gt;our hearts could not but sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welles: rare, unusual and against his will,&lt;br /&gt;LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh3G5DN1xI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hXpCZ6DmESE/s1600/aaaabw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh3G5DN1xI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hXpCZ6DmESE/s400/aaaabw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496774305482921746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7019955091722566210?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7019955091722566210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7019955091722566210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7019955091722566210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7019955091722566210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/07/welles.html' title='Welles'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/TEh3GUmp5tI/AAAAAAAAAwI/d9usEVNzOHc/s72-c/DSC_0037_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-869769237883054611</id><published>2010-03-17T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:50:48.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cómo Fué? - How Did It happen?</title><content type='html'>... no sé decirte, como fué..." &lt;br /&gt;Dos viernes al mes Rennea canta &lt;br /&gt;en Pica Pica, en el Valle de Napa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... can't explain how, how did it happen..."&lt;br /&gt;Two Fridays per month Rennea sings &lt;br /&gt;at Pica Pica in Napa Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with David Pinto, bajo y Ray Martinez, percusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsLWD-bMzFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsLWD-bMzFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-869769237883054611?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/869769237883054611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=869769237883054611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/869769237883054611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/869769237883054611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-fue-how-did-it-happen.html' title='¿Cómo Fué? - How Did It happen?'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1029703382966374575</id><published>2010-03-09T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:37:26.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No un DICHO...  Un Hecho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(English version with addendum below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5af2UMvslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f7X33DpxOqg/s1600-h/2529294416_46ddae8113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5af2UMvslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f7X33DpxOqg/s400/2529294416_46ddae8113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446716554835112530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿En qué piensas?&lt;br /&gt;--Nada, en la inmortalidad del cangrejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm jmm, es justo lo que hago cuando no puedo dormir&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de estar requete cansada&lt;br /&gt;y me despierto en el medio de la noche&lt;br /&gt;y se me ocurren dos mil cosas, &lt;br /&gt;todas relacionadas con cangrejos, por supuesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esto no lo escribí anoche cuando no pude dormir&lt;br /&gt;porque la idea es tratar de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se que me pasa por lo menos una vez al mes.&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo bueno es que ya tengo tema:&lt;br /&gt;La Inmortalidad del Cangrejo, un tema muy importante&lt;br /&gt;acerca del cual pienso escribir un libro&lt;br /&gt;ya que tengo horas y horas pensándolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5af2m6mXDI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/eV6_lJHd2uU/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5af2m6mXDI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/eV6_lJHd2uU/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446716559859276850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"What are you thinking about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. On the immortality of the crab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmm, this is exactly what I do when I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;even if I'm extra tired&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;and I think of about two thousand things&lt;br /&gt;all related to crabs, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did not write this last night when I couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;because the idea is to try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this happens to me at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I have already a theme: &lt;br /&gt;The Immortality of the Crab, a very important theme&lt;br /&gt;on which I'll be writing a book&lt;br /&gt;since I've been thinking about it for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the immortality of the crab (Spanish: Pensar en la inmortalidad del cangrejo) is a Spanish idiom about daydreaming. The term is usually a humorous reference that one was not sitting idly, but was engaged constructively in contemplation or letting his mind wander.(Wordreference.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase is usually used to express that an individual was daydreaming, "When I have nothing to do I think about the immortality of the crab" (Cuando no tengo nada que hacer pienso en la inmortalidad del cangrejo). It is also used to wake someone from a reverie,"Are you thinking about the immortality of the crab?" (¿Estás pensando en la inmortalidad del cangrejo?) (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1029703382966374575?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1029703382966374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1029703382966374575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1029703382966374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1029703382966374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-un-dicho-un-hecho.html' title='No un DICHO...  Un Hecho'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5af2UMvslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f7X33DpxOqg/s72-c/2529294416_46ddae8113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-4498929347476665406</id><published>2010-03-04T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:39:47.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5aioFw2vHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8u7LmfpZZNY/s1600-h/robert-sparkling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5aioFw2vHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8u7LmfpZZNY/s400/robert-sparkling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446719608976751730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all our common friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast in gratitude for a great friend&lt;br /&gt;on his birthday March 4, 2010&lt;br /&gt;(picture courtesy of John and Janet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doctor-chef.blogspot.com/"&gt;robert's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-4498929347476665406?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/4498929347476665406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=4498929347476665406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4498929347476665406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4498929347476665406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/03/reaching-friends.html' title='Reaching Friends'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/S5aioFw2vHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8u7LmfpZZNY/s72-c/robert-sparkling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8691274120334105367</id><published>2010-01-04T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:40:37.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paseo con Didi - Walk with Didi</title><content type='html'>En las vacaciones de Navidad Didi y yo íbamos a pasear casi todos los dias, aún cuando hiciese mucho frío.  Nos manteníamos calientitas la una a la otra y luego de llegar a casa a mi me tocaba chocolate caliente y galletitas de polvorosas con jenjibre y a ella leche de mamá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas holidays Didi and I would go for a walk almost every day even if it was very cold out.  We kept each other warm.  And when we got home I would get hot chocolate with ginger shortbread cookies and she would get mother's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVXA4xpWTiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVXA4xpWTiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8691274120334105367?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8691274120334105367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8691274120334105367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8691274120334105367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8691274120334105367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2010/01/paseo-con-didi-walk-with-didi.html' title='Paseo con Didi - Walk with Didi'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8157709214202982882</id><published>2009-12-27T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:57:39.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugando con Nieve - Playing with Snow</title><content type='html'>El 21 de diciembre Matt y yo fuimos de compras y en el camino .... ¿nos desviamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 21st Matt and I went to the store and on the way we .... got sidetracked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkkquZEEsIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkkquZEEsIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8157709214202982882?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8157709214202982882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8157709214202982882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8157709214202982882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8157709214202982882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/12/jugando-con-nieve-playing-with-snow.html' title='Jugando con Nieve - Playing with Snow'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2645145337690720254</id><published>2009-12-25T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:18:04.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Diciembre</title><content type='html'>Despues de abrir muchos regalitos, los cinco fuimos a caminar por Henley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPN7WJwpI/AAAAAAAAAto/21JnnQJZQYI/s1600-h/DSCN8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPN7WJwpI/AAAAAAAAAto/21JnnQJZQYI/s400/DSCN8056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419254458553582226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPOVOE7iI/AAAAAAAAAtw/gA3MP49jSbQ/s1600-h/DSCN8057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPOVOE7iI/AAAAAAAAAtw/gA3MP49jSbQ/s400/DSCN8057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419254465499033122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPOk7Xg5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mfbVjkJPj4o/s1600-h/DSCN8059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPOk7Xg5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mfbVjkJPj4o/s400/DSCN8059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419254469715526546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPPAOjOoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6NCqQXxPVwU/s1600-h/DSCN8061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPPAOjOoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6NCqQXxPVwU/s400/DSCN8061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419254477043743362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2645145337690720254?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2645145337690720254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2645145337690720254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2645145337690720254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2645145337690720254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-de-diciembre.html' title='25 de Diciembre'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzUPN7WJwpI/AAAAAAAAAto/21JnnQJZQYI/s72-c/DSCN8056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2227812513576953374</id><published>2009-12-24T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:30:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navidad con Didi • • •  Christmas with Didi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(for English scroll down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP3S8I3TgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kJDec9CSV-4/s1600-h/DSCN8037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP3S8I3TgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kJDec9CSV-4/s400/DSCN8037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418946681409850882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edita Marie, Didi, 2 mo,  in her one and only pink outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy 24 de diciembre Didi y yo &lt;br /&gt;fuimos a pasear por las tiendas, &lt;br /&gt;nos tomamos un té con unos amigos, compramos regalos &lt;br /&gt;y ahora me está ayudando a escribir correos de Navidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad y próspero 2010 &lt;br /&gt;a toda la familia y amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP29dEQBzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3cJx1DLWRs4/s1600-h/Video+Snapshot-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP29dEQBzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3cJx1DLWRs4/s400/Video+Snapshot-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418946312291747634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  December 24th Didi and I &lt;br /&gt;went to wall around the local shops, &lt;br /&gt;we had some tea with friends and bought a few gifts.  &lt;br /&gt;Now she is helping me to write Christmas notes to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;(or how they say here: Happy Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP29C5rnRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hebJDlrSxL4/s1600-h/Video+Snapshot.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP29C5rnRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hebJDlrSxL4/s400/Video+Snapshot.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418946305268096274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2227812513576953374?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2227812513576953374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2227812513576953374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2227812513576953374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2227812513576953374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/12/navidad-con-didi-christmas-with-didi.html' title='Navidad con Didi • • •  Christmas with Didi'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SzP3S8I3TgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kJDec9CSV-4/s72-c/DSCN8037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5678848508161999400</id><published>2009-12-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:47:09.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Tres Gracias y la Perica</title><content type='html'>Rennea, Susanna, Josefina y Elizabeth fueron a comer a un restaurante en Caracas.  La comida exquisita y la conversación entretenida.  Susanna capturó la acción de la parlanchina mayor entreteniendo a las Tres Gracias.  Mamaquerida sale espectacularmente bella en esta toma. Mmmmmmm!  Detalles inolvidables: La Perica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWlsEgKchaQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWlsEgKchaQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennea, Susanna, Josefina and Elizabeth went to a restaurant in Caracas.  The food, exquisite.  The conversation, amusing.  Susanna captured the action as the chatterbox entertains The Three Graces.  Mamaquerida appears specially beautiful in this take.   Mmmmmm! Unforgetable details: La Perica (The Parrot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5678848508161999400?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5678848508161999400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5678848508161999400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5678848508161999400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5678848508161999400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/12/las-tres-gracias-y-la-perica.html' title='Las Tres Gracias y la Perica'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1958091716644607510</id><published>2009-11-01T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:16:21.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muerto Muerte-  Calavera Calabaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Su2ieTK2XXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hJOVOVuZSDU/s1600-h/ShadowChumbalacachumba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Su2ieTK2XXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hJOVOVuZSDU/s400/ShadowChumbalacachumba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150169712647538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero de hambre, me muero de sed&lt;br /&gt;calavera calabaza - ¿de donde salió usted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muero de tristeza, me mata de risa, &lt;br /&gt;calavera calabaza- brindame tú una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muérete que si, muérete que no&lt;br /&gt;calavera calabaza- esta noche, el muerto soy yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muero por ti, me muero de amor&lt;br /&gt;calavera calabaza- ¿solamente a mi esto me pasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Buh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1958091716644607510?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1958091716644607510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1958091716644607510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1958091716644607510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1958091716644607510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/11/muerto-muerte-calavera-calabaza.html' title='Muerto Muerte-  Calavera Calabaza'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Su2ieTK2XXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hJOVOVuZSDU/s72-c/ShadowChumbalacachumba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3105180213265882570</id><published>2009-10-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:26:51.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Story: Crazy Mother Eats Her Own Babies</title><content type='html'>Rennea Josefina, 47, native of Caracas Venezuela,&lt;br /&gt;allegedly gave birth to a pair of twins:&lt;br /&gt;4lbs. each, one green, one yellow,&lt;br /&gt;after intense hard labor that may have driven her insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to children in the neighborhood,&lt;br /&gt;they peeked over the fence after hearing strange noises&lt;br /&gt;and claim they saw a lady in an empty horse-trough&lt;br /&gt;laboring.  They ran having seen such horrific scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents of the frightened kids&lt;br /&gt;immediately reported the&lt;br /&gt;out-of-this-world event to the authorities&lt;br /&gt;who visited the scene a day or two later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When investigators arrived&lt;br /&gt;they only found green and yellow carcasses&lt;br /&gt;on an abandoned compost pile. &lt;br /&gt;They also found a picture of the alleged perpetrator&lt;br /&gt;(see below) with her twins before she ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All evidence indicates she was a victim&lt;br /&gt;of a rare variation of post-partum blues&lt;br /&gt;that affects young grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;who give birth at the same time than their daughters&lt;br /&gt;and common only to people who live&lt;br /&gt;in bright colored houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are studying these rare cases.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any information&lt;br /&gt;that can help us clarify this mystery,&lt;br /&gt;and find the dangerous fago-babytor&lt;br /&gt;please leave your clues&lt;br /&gt;in the comment section of this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/StU4O--7QiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oPlg25pSEDU/s1600-h/DSCN7889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi6-f4wHWI/AAAAAAAAArI/zVVenzvQ_7E/s400/DSCN7854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375251738140876130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi66iJe03I/AAAAAAAAArA/J_SUrNrW14g/s1600-h/DSCN7863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi66iJe03I/AAAAAAAAArA/J_SUrNrW14g/s400/DSCN7863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375251670028440434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acelgas, lechuga romaine, aurugula, vainitas verdes y moradas, peras, manzanas, moras, cebollitas, zanahorias, romero, cilantro, papas, calabacín verde y amarillo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7603407874920917737?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7603407874920917737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7603407874920917737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7603407874920917737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7603407874920917737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/08/frutos-de-mi-huerto-y-de-otros-vecinos.html' title='Frutos de mi Huerto (y de otros vecinos)'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi6-f4wHWI/AAAAAAAAArI/zVVenzvQ_7E/s72-c/DSCN7854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5580029484579760780</id><published>2009-08-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:12:44.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Casa Rosada (por dentro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi0N_TV6vI/AAAAAAAAApw/8alfxhuB2Pg/s1600-h/la-sala.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi0O-E6UKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/w_HU9MhTgMA/s400/rojo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375244324541452450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi4C5sT5tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OwaT1YJbNH0/s1600-h/DSCN7846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi4C5sT5tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OwaT1YJbNH0/s400/DSCN7846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375248515252610770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5580029484579760780?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5580029484579760780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5580029484579760780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5580029484579760780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5580029484579760780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-casa-rosada-por-dentro.html' title='La Casa Rosada (por dentro)'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Spi0N_TV6vI/AAAAAAAAApw/8alfxhuB2Pg/s72-c/la-sala.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-9031945542146328472</id><published>2009-08-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:59:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazando en Caza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SpHwuKFsESI/AAAAAAAAApY/uFhR0VXdV70/s1600-h/DSCN7804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SpHwuKFsESI/AAAAAAAAApY/uFhR0VXdV70/s400/DSCN7804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340506202575138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-a los cazadores de ratones que conozco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dos trampas = 3 ratones ¿que les parece?&lt;br /&gt;con mantequilla de maní (voz taína)&lt;br /&gt;o crema de cacahuate (voz náhuatl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me siento mal que no me apetezcan &lt;br /&gt;porque de ser una delicadez para mi paladar&lt;br /&gt;no tendría remordimiento alguno de las capturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(menos mal que estaba lejos &lt;br /&gt;en mi casita de atrás,&lt;br /&gt;así me perdí del doloroso SNAP que los capturó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SpHwu1iRh3I/AAAAAAAAApo/kx7zg_TJSPM/s1600-h/DSCN7808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SpHwu1iRh3I/AAAAAAAAApo/kx7zg_TJSPM/s400/DSCN7808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340517865195378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero NO... ¡no fuí yo la única responsable!&lt;br /&gt;a victor una victoria mas, (de allí el nombre)&lt;br /&gt;nótese la marca bien grabada y en rojo que dejó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(hacer doble-click en la foto para ver ampliación)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara, entrenaste bien a tu amo (r)&lt;br /&gt;cuarto elemento, ¿donde estabas cuando te necesitaba?&lt;br /&gt;victor, sara, cuatro elemento, la familia ratona es grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿quien de los tres se viene?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-9031945542146328472?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/9031945542146328472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=9031945542146328472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/9031945542146328472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/9031945542146328472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/08/cazando-en-casa.html' title='Cazando en Caza'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SpHwuKFsESI/AAAAAAAAApY/uFhR0VXdV70/s72-c/DSCN7804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-709996403450261374</id><published>2009-08-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:54:54.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>After 6 days hiking/ backpacking with Graciela, Carlos Eduardo y Luis Alejandro, Mountain Man and me went into Tuolomne and stayed another week for a perfect routine of climbing, swimming, eating and drinking and being merry.  Here are some pictures with little explanations for the non-climbing crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you double click on the pictures you can see A LOT of detail.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvNh1I-WI/AAAAAAAAAmY/nwtESW7h-NA/s1600-h/DSCN7463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvNh1I-WI/AAAAAAAAAmY/nwtESW7h-NA/s400/DSCN7463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368553771524225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. dark dark night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is NOT a mistake.  It is the full moon night landscape before the full moon.  We drank gin cocktails and swatted moskitoes and froze our butts off just to enjoy this fantastic view. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvN4D3ZXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/i8Kpr3Ny9Ak/s1600-h/DSCN7475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvN4D3ZXI/AAAAAAAAAmg/i8Kpr3Ny9Ak/s400/DSCN7475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368553777491567986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to wake up with the warmth of the day, 9am or 10? I get to hear the creek that runs by and see the trees.  Is someone making coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvNTH58RI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3wcFUC9YkUo/s1600-h/DSCN7459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvNTH58RI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3wcFUC9YkUo/s400/DSCN7459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368553767576400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. not only coffee but also lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Francis est un chef magnifique.  Tous le jours il prépare un formidable petit déjeuner avant que nous entreprenons notre aventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvOJSm_7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/2mUhqOUXKVI/s1600-h/DSCN7477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvOJSm_7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/2mUhqOUXKVI/s400/DSCN7477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368553782116810674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. walking to gumpy wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no documentation of Easy Money or Zig Zag walls that we did in Mammouth area. forgot the camera? but once in Toulomne we started easy again... of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvOSJJFRI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ek40guhHQXA/s1600-h/DSCN7480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvOSJJFRI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ek40guhHQXA/s400/DSCN7480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368553784493020434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. rapel from gumpy wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of **** climbs (four star climbs) whoopee!  We were warming up after a year on no climbing: rough granite, polished granite, knobs, little edges, sticky shoes, fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEs8a5ukI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0GKgqcXZdCQ/s1600-h/DSCN7536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEs8a5ukI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0GKgqcXZdCQ/s400/DSCN7536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577400982059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. coyote hills from the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening (after hopelessly looking for the Guns of Navarone climbing wall) we scoped our next day's climb: coyote hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3FfP9OaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Xm55M2KJ89M/s1600-h/DSCN7541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3FfP9OaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Xm55M2KJ89M/s400/DSCN7541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562429485463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. steep approach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did look like uphill. It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw3iVH6oI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-VQQkp2sx8Y/s1600-h/DSCN7483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw3iVH6oI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-VQQkp2sx8Y/s400/DSCN7483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555592724507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. who brought the machete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish we had either a machete or snow-shoes or big feet-paddles so we could walk over the bushes.  The rock was a pretty sight. Only a few feet more to this island among manzanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw31Gf-BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/5FH2F_fPZWI/s1600-h/DSCN7492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw31Gf-BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/5FH2F_fPZWI/s400/DSCN7492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555597763442706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. coyote hills rapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After climbing the front we rapelled the back and then climbed up the back again.  Many, many places to put hands, feet, and dub-doo-roo up to the top.  Who wants to go down and bush-whack again? NO ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4QgI9DI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BtJBpVPT_C0/s1600-h/DSCN7504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4QgI9DI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BtJBpVPT_C0/s400/DSCN7504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555605118743602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. stately pleasure dome- 2nd pitch crack- (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we did a 5 or 6 pitch climb up South Crack, 5.8 **** R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4WFPzSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9bi1ln11ChE/s1600-h/DSCN7498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4WFPzSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9bi1ln11ChE/s400/DSCN7498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555606616558882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. and now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the crack dissapears then comes the challenge of where to go next with not protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4NFNMAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nhfcfBt9g6M/s1600-h/DSCN7497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDw4NFNMAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nhfcfBt9g6M/s400/DSCN7497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555604200468482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. OK lets try this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to just go for it and hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFz9-ieWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BHIK18oL92A/s1600-h/DSCN7505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFz9-ieWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BHIK18oL92A/s400/DSCN7505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368578621170678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. runnout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnout means that there is no place to put protection. I other words you either make it or fall!&lt;br /&gt;He already went across, which makes it infinitely easier for me.  Nonetheless I'd like not to fall so all I have to do is trust my feet and of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzjp287I/AAAAAAAAApI/SgK8OZ7yW8w/s1600-h/DSCN7508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzjp287I/AAAAAAAAApI/SgK8OZ7yW8w/s400/DSCN7508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368578614104617906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. now down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later we part rapel/ part walk down.  For experience climbers walking down may be easy.  For me, I do my Vincenzo-steps, meaning, little turtle mini-steps watching the granite, the veins of the rock and any loose sand.  I'd say that this is more dangerous than climbing up with ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzUWenwI/AAAAAAAAApA/ekMrF77E9LY/s1600-h/DSCN7512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzUWenwI/AAAAAAAAApA/ekMrF77E9LY/s400/DSCN7512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368578609996799746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. but first.... look at the view  (view  dome-to-lake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here we can perfectly look at the beach we are aiming to swim at.  See?  Way at the end by that crooked tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzFkgt1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/2ulp0AQPTXE/s1600-h/DSCN7517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFzFkgt1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/2ulp0AQPTXE/s400/DSCN7517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368578606029125458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. and later after we enjoy a swim (view lake-to-dome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is the crooked tree and a perfect slab for Yosemite beer, rice and bean sandwiches with greens, wasabi mayo, aminoacids and yeast and dark dark chocolate with orange rind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFyuH7LhI/AAAAAAAAAow/hI8wH3yPswk/s1600-h/DSCN7521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEFyuH7LhI/AAAAAAAAAow/hI8wH3yPswk/s400/DSCN7521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368578599735209490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. two gentlemen enjoying a shallow seating area in Tenaya lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy reading, writing, making comments about the father and son scene we can see right in the middle of that lake or a casual conversation with a 1o year old child veteran of the park who I compared with a cat after I saw him jumping with great agility from rock to rock and he confessed he hated water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEuL55wRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/P9QFrf5ZP-g/s1600-h/DSCN7522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEuL55wRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/P9QFrf5ZP-g/s400/DSCN7522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577422318485778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. half dome from olmstead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon as we made our way back to Porcupine Flat #45B we enjoyed a walk on Olmstead Point, we picked up firewood for the night blaze and spring water for the next day's food and solar shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtxF3pGI/AAAAAAAAAog/UEUcbmo01j4/s1600-h/DSCN7524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtxF3pGI/AAAAAAAAAog/UEUcbmo01j4/s400/DSCN7524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577415120921698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. lets try a little of this.... now your turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk would include observing tourists as if they were wildlife; or getting another lesson on technique on cracks or lay-back;  or trees, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtZThkpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Tah3SXPZkyU/s1600-h/DSCN7526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtZThkpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Tah3SXPZkyU/s400/DSCN7526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577408735744658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. beautiful juniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees, of course.  I've had plenty of lessons about bark, shape of the trunk, pine needles or cones. Now I hope to recognize one tree: a juniper,  anywhere I see one.  Pine, redwood, hemlock, EVERY TREE, to my untrained tropical-eye looks just like a Christmas tree.  Just add the fake snow and voilá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3FGzYXQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7jm_zb2vq1M/s1600-h/DSCN7544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3FGzYXQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7jm_zb2vq1M/s400/DSCN7544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562422923156738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. River wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's name describes, this wall was edged by a creek were all the rope falls and gets wet.  We did this particular one last day before we left and proved the most challenge.  I saw it and I decided that it would be just impossible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3EzpKF0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/gMPaeFLByrI/s1600-h/DSCN7547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3EzpKF0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/gMPaeFLByrI/s400/DSCN7547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562417780004674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. the knobby side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this part of the wall there are lots of little super secure feet positions.  Even though I try to just balance over my legs I end up holding onto those little knobs so tight that I skinned my fingertips. No fingerprints anymore? Dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3Enf8kNI/AAAAAAAAAno/8NTGTdghIz8/s1600-h/DSCN7548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3Enf8kNI/AAAAAAAAAno/8NTGTdghIz8/s400/DSCN7548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562414520144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. a harder area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty positive I wouldn't be able to go up this one.  I was surprised with myself.  Although I don't think I did any absolutely clean ascent, on the parts that I did well, my breathing, my balance, my feet and my focus was so in tune that it was a blissful experience to me.  Hmmmmm,  I needed a rest for my body after but, oh!  How much I'd like to be back there again. (sigh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3EZPrxTI/AAAAAAAAAng/i--GoMBs6W4/s1600-h/DSCN7549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoD3EZPrxTI/AAAAAAAAAng/i--GoMBs6W4/s400/DSCN7549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562410693838130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. to my pro-leisure companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inmensely grateful to have found a friend to share this experiences with.  We seem to have the same harmonious smooth and easy wave-length when spending "pro-leisure time".  When climbing, you NEED a climbing partner. What a better gift than finding one you can spend a week or two with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtNaZIdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7trl1jkKA6Y/s1600-h/DSCN7531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoEEtNaZIdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7trl1jkKA6Y/s400/DSCN7531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368577405543326162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-709996403450261374?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/709996403450261374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=709996403450261374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/709996403450261374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/709996403450261374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/08/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SoDvNh1I-WI/AAAAAAAAAmY/nwtESW7h-NA/s72-c/DSCN7463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5445759821185043724</id><published>2009-08-08T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:40:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Montaña • The Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sn3Mmcl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Z-JgQcAFg8Y/s1600-h/DSCN7307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sn3Mmcl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Z-JgQcAFg8Y/s400/DSCN7307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367671291778109298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Montaña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo había invitado a algunos amigos especiales, con quienes me atreviese a pasar 5 dias juntos 24/7 pero a la final las únicas que nos comprometimos a la hazaña fuimos Graciela y yo.  (¿Será que nadie nos quiere?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablando con Johanna acerca de la familia me comentó que Luis Alejandro no había pasado un par de materias.  Yo le sugerí que lo mandara castigado a San Francisco a subir cerro en la Sierra Nevada con la tia malvada.  Johanna accedió pensando que iba a ser una buena "lección".  Carlos Eduardo no se portó mal pero sintió pena por su hermano y quiso venir a protegerlo de los retos que su tia les pudiese proporcionar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así fue que el grupo de Rennea, 47; Graciela, 43; Mountain Man, 43,  Carlos Eduardo, 20; Luis Alejandro, 16, cruzamos Luther Pass para llegar al lado este de la Sierra Nevada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sn3MmWG0yVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eO6NYSd9k_A/s1600-h/DSCN7348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sn3MmWG0yVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eO6NYSd9k_A/s400/DSCN7348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367671290036799826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teníamos una descripción de viaje que superaba nuestra experiencia, sin embargo con "valentía" decidimos confrontar el reto y al estilo Mountainman todo el viaje se desarrolló con suavidad, alegría y especialmente una muy buena comida.  Baños de agua gélida o caminatas por rocallosas esplendorosas, lo gozamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abajo les copio la descripción del propuesto viaje de 30 millas y usen el link para ver las fotos del viaje que en sí, fue reducido a como 15 millas.  Además fuimos para otro lado donde había menos nieve.  "La vida te da sorpresas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOTOS - PHOTOS - CLICK BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100095&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;Day 1-3 • Green Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100095&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100110&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;Day 4-6 • Summit Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100110&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Propuesta del Viaje • The Trip Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fue el que nunca hicimos pero esperamos hacer.&lt;br /&gt;This is the trip we never took but hope to accomplish next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Northern Yosemite High Crest Traverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29 to July 4   (5 nights 6 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start the walk at Leavitt lake 9600ft elevation and follow the crest between the Walker and Tuolumne watersheds ending at Twin lakes 7000ft. This is an advanced walk with the first and last days spent on trail. The mid days of the trip will be spent off trail exploring the high terraces and lakes. Average miles per day will be 4-6 miles with the total trip around 30 miles. This leaves time for relaxing mornings, route choosing, exploring, and afternoon swimming. This is a demanding adventure with strenuous traveling and intense physical activity. Participants must be in good physical shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-  Meet at Twin Lakes trailhead leave cars for end of trip and drive to Leavitt Lake trail, walk up to PCT and follow to first lake camp.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-  Off trail traverse to the lake basin below Forsyth Peak.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-  Off trail traverse around Tower Peak to&lt;br /&gt;Lakes near the head of Thompson Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;Day4-   Off trail traverses around Center Mountain to Buckeye Pass and trail camp at one of the lakes.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-  Walk the trail down to Twin Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic skills to be learned&lt;br /&gt;Map reading and lay of the land/ Route finding&lt;br /&gt;Basic wilderness skills/safety&lt;br /&gt;Fire making /cooking skills&lt;br /&gt;Spoon carving&lt;br /&gt;Watercolors/drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to Bring&lt;br /&gt;Walking boots&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Headlamp&lt;br /&gt;Hat / beanie&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses/ sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;Shorts/swimsuit&lt;br /&gt;Long underwear, top and bottom (poly pro, not cotton)&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping bag and pad&lt;br /&gt;Tarp/tent&lt;br /&gt;Camp clothes for cool nights/camp shoes or sandals&lt;br /&gt;Light rain/wind jacket and pants&lt;br /&gt;Camera&lt;br /&gt;Cooking pot (if making own meals) cup, bowl, spoon and knife&lt;br /&gt;Food for 6 days (if not having meals provided)&lt;br /&gt;Snack food for quick energy and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Any personal items you want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor paint sets &amp; paper&lt;br /&gt;Water filter&lt;br /&gt;Solar shower&lt;br /&gt;Carving knifes&lt;br /&gt;Maps&lt;br /&gt;Permit&lt;br /&gt;Meals (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle to start of trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be traveling light so keep gear to absolutely necessary items and sleeping gear light and compactable. Breakfasts &amp; dinners will be cooked over open fire if there are no fire restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meals   (Optional) &lt;br /&gt;Dinners would start with some miso soup with greens, crackers and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Two dinners would be rice and beans, cheese and greens on ashcakes, cocktail, desert.&lt;br /&gt;Two dinners would be pasta with vegetables and bread, cocktail, desert.&lt;br /&gt;One surprise dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast would be tea, bagels &amp; cheese/hot cereal and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Lunches would be cheese and turkey with greens sandwiches and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the foods are organic and some local from farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be responsible for any other snacks foods and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meals will start with lunch the first day of the trip and end the last day’s lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5 breakfasts 6 lunches and 6 dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place and shuttle&lt;br /&gt;We will meet at the Twin Lakes trailhead at Mono Village on June 29 at 10am. We will pack and shuttle to start of trip at Leavitt Lake. Plan to have breakfast before meeting. Those interested in meeting the evening before can at Buckeye hot springs camp. Best to car pool and there is a fee for parking at Mono Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Points to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures during the day in the summer are generally between 70-80 degrees.  Temperatures at night are between 30-50 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes are around and could overwhelming, hopefully for only for a brief time. They seem to like it mostly in the morning and evening.  A light wrap seems to keep them away but do what ever is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be traveling at high altitudes where there is lots of sun radiation and thin dry air. Cream and staying hydrated is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be always a chance of afternoon thunderstorms, if there is a pattern on the trip of storms we might have to adjust to earlier starts to make camp before the storms let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety:  Any adventure revolves around good judgment and the best is your own. The risks involved are inherent in these types of adventures. The safety of the group is the most important thing and there will be no attempts for unnecessary risks. The final responsibility for safety and enjoyable trip, as always, is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days – suggested donation 4 people  $500  &lt;br /&gt;6 days meals- 4 people  $350   &lt;br /&gt;Shuttle $50&lt;br /&gt;Total  $900          $215 per person with meals  $125 without meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOTOS - PHOTOS - CLICK BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100095&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;Day 1-3 • Green Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100095&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100110&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;Day 4-6 • Summit Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100110&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5445759821185043724?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5445759821185043724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5445759821185043724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5445759821185043724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5445759821185043724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-montana-mountain.html' title='La Montaña • The Mountain'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sn3Mmcl_D3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Z-JgQcAFg8Y/s72-c/DSCN7307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1736801357869833411</id><published>2009-04-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:59:55.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de San Francisco a Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqkG1FzFQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Cu-Roa60bvc/s1600-h/17748750_8c3ba4cc06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqkG1FzFQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Cu-Roa60bvc/s400/17748750_8c3ba4cc06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746346929231106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tomada en el jardín interior del Conservatorio de San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN FRANCISCO&lt;br /&gt;cambien los bombillos incandecentes por fluorecentes&lt;br /&gt;desconecten los electrodomésticos&lt;br /&gt;apagen la luz y laven con agua fría&lt;br /&gt;ponganse un suéter en vez de prender el calentador&lt;br /&gt;impriman sobre papel reciclado o no lo hagan&lt;br /&gt;rieguen su jardín menos o no lo rieguen&lt;br /&gt;no bajen el agua del inodoro a menos que sea imprecindible&lt;br /&gt;reciclen, reusen, renueven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqhaoWoZVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fFbScPKvDSU/s1600-h/2781878767_19c3e7090f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqhaoWoZVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fFbScPKvDSU/s400/2781878767_19c3e7090f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743388572673362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tomada del techo o "jardín interior" del Hotel Bellagio en las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;prendan mas luces y mas intensas y de mas colores&lt;br /&gt;impriman mas mujeres sexy en tarjeticas que empapelen las calles&lt;br /&gt;construyan mas fuentes danzarinas, y mas chorritos y mas piscinas&lt;br /&gt;siembren mas jardines dignos de una selva en medio del desierto&lt;br /&gt;abran nuevos casinos para aquellos que necesitan mas esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;vendan mas alcohol para que les sea mas fácil olvidar&lt;br /&gt;gasten mas, fabriquen mas, desperdicien mas, total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que importan los hijos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se las arreglen ellos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80 Años Mas Tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqiyXY_xSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/DeMXSP-i7I8/s1600-h/96358780_82a8348b1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqiyXY_xSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/DeMXSP-i7I8/s400/96358780_82a8348b1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744895847679266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tomada en el show O de Cirque du Soleil en Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abuelita, cuéntame de nuevo de aquel día&lt;br /&gt;de aquel espectáculo que se llamaba O&lt;br /&gt;de las piruetas en el aire &lt;br /&gt;de las piscinas que desaparecían&lt;br /&gt;la sirena que bajaba del techo, y ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De acuerdo.  Una vez hace mucho tiempo ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1736801357869833411?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1736801357869833411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1736801357869833411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1736801357869833411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1736801357869833411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-san-francisco-las-vegas.html' title='de San Francisco a Las Vegas'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SdqkG1FzFQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Cu-Roa60bvc/s72-c/17748750_8c3ba4cc06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-4351166322360158148</id><published>2009-03-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:41:32.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleaños Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sa9BmOPoNMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w4N5FygBRQA/s1600-h/post+ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sa9BmOPoNMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w4N5FygBRQA/s400/post+ranch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309534610607584450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la piscina de Post Ranch Inn donde pasamos una vez una mini-vacación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, 4 de marzo, estaría cumpliendo...creo que 63,  mi amigo Robert.&lt;br /&gt;Quise hacer una cena para el en su casa pero... no hay escusa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo pensándolo desde hace mas de una semana y &lt;br /&gt;no tuve la energía para hacerla.  &lt;br /&gt;Y cada día dije, mañana la organizo.&lt;br /&gt;Y llegó hoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ahorita probablemente estuviesemos haciendo algo.... mentira; &lt;br /&gt;el hubiese decidido tomar un viaje a Paris y celebrar su cumpleaños allá;&lt;br /&gt;o quizá el me hubiese pedido, como lo hizo el año pasado, &lt;br /&gt;que me fuese con el a Big Sur a pasar una mini-vacación de cumpleaños con el... &lt;br /&gt;¡solo tres dias! y yo le contesto que no porque tengo trabajo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no fui con el el año pasado porque tenía mucho trabajo, &lt;br /&gt;y no hice una cena este año porque tenía trabajo &lt;br /&gt;y justo hace una hora terminé con las boletas para los 160 niños que veo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi jefa no tendría ninguna "compasión" &lt;br /&gt;si yo me estuviese tomando &lt;br /&gt;una mini-vacación de ¡solo tres dias!.  &lt;br /&gt;Así es la vida, hay que trabajar!.  &lt;br /&gt;Pero yo en el fondo lo resiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy escribiendo esta cartica, tomando vino, comiendo chocolate&lt;br /&gt;y recordándolo con mucho dolor de no tenerlo cerca hoy, &lt;br /&gt;el día de su cumpleaños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-4351166322360158148?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/4351166322360158148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=4351166322360158148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4351166322360158148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4351166322360158148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/03/feliz-cumpleanos-robert.html' title='Feliz Cumpleaños Robert'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Sa9BmOPoNMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w4N5FygBRQA/s72-c/post+ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6981669351750443595</id><published>2009-02-02T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:31:30.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lechuga, Rábano, Remolacha, Cebolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfkXeC3PyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vng_iwmqBT8/s1600-h/myfarm+jan+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfkXeC3PyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vng_iwmqBT8/s400/myfarm+jan+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298454578477874978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bolivar, a bolivar&lt;br /&gt;meta la mano, meta la mano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-6981669351750443595?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/6981669351750443595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=6981669351750443595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6981669351750443595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6981669351750443595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/02/lechuga-rabano-remolacha-cebolla.html' title='Lechuga, Rábano, Remolacha, Cebolla'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfkXeC3PyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vng_iwmqBT8/s72-c/myfarm+jan+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2018280600304054804</id><published>2009-02-02T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:25:07.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestigios de una Gran Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfeGB_7HjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/U-IIoLmRHqQ/s1600-h/ater+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfeGB_7HjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/U-IIoLmRHqQ/s400/ater+party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298447681821810226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;English version below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si fueron 100 o 300 fiesteros los que atravesaron nuestro hogar &lt;br /&gt;entre 9 de la noche y 4 de la mañana el 31 de enero pero....&lt;br /&gt;... la cosa fue que gozamos, cantamos, conocimos mucha gente nueva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La grandeza de una fiesta no se mide por duración &lt;br /&gt;(aunque este sea un buen indicador)&lt;br /&gt;ni por la cantidad de botellas que quedaron &lt;br /&gt;(lo cual indica otra cosa)&lt;br /&gt;pero por la calidad de las lindas personas que llegaron,&lt;br /&gt;la comida que trajeron, sus bailes, conversaciones y el gusto&lt;br /&gt;que me dió haberlos visto gozar a pesar &lt;br /&gt;de lo poco que compartí con cada uno de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por otra maravillosa celebración.&lt;br /&gt;El foto album está en camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfeFsxs9VI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xs7LJuXBW-Y/s1600-h/after+party2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfeFsxs9VI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xs7LJuXBW-Y/s400/after+party2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298447676125017426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vestiges of a Grand Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it was 100 or 300 partiers that crossed our home&lt;br /&gt;between 9pm and 4 in the morning but...&lt;br /&gt;...the thing is that we enjoyed, sang, met new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't measure the grandness of a party by its duration &lt;br /&gt;(although it is a good indicator)&lt;br /&gt;nor by the amount of leftover bottles &lt;br /&gt;(which indicates something else)&lt;br /&gt;but by the quality of beautiful people that arrived, &lt;br /&gt;the food they brought, their dances and conversations they shared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I measure it myself by the joy I had &lt;br /&gt;seeing all having fun and enjoying themselves&lt;br /&gt;even though I spent little time with each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for another wonderful celebration.&lt;br /&gt;The album it's on its way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2018280600304054804?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2018280600304054804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2018280600304054804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2018280600304054804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2018280600304054804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/02/vestigios-de-una-gran-noche.html' title='Vestigios de una Gran Noche'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SYfeGB_7HjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/U-IIoLmRHqQ/s72-c/ater+party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5068033437261026350</id><published>2009-01-23T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:10:50.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Letter: To Beautiful Women in my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of course,  &lt;br /&gt;I broke the chain because I hate chains but&lt;br /&gt;here it is, the prayer of St. Therese &lt;br /&gt;because I like it&lt;br /&gt;and it made me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXpNzYgrAlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JPKP6NnNrwk/s1600-h/st.+therese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXpNzYgrAlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JPKP6NnNrwk/s400/st.+therese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294629857075593810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Theresa's Prayer: &lt;br /&gt;"May today there be peace within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you trust that you are &lt;br /&gt;exactly where you are meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not forget the infinite possibilities &lt;br /&gt;that are born of faith in yourself and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you use the gifts that you have received, &lt;br /&gt;and pass on the love that has been given to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be content with yourself just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;Let this knowledge settle into your bones, &lt;br /&gt;and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. &lt;br /&gt;It is there for each and every one of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Please send this back to me and send this to 12 women,  &lt;br /&gt;I count as 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Actually, if you want to continue the chain &lt;br /&gt;you will have to start one yourself !&lt;br /&gt;: ) : ) : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5068033437261026350?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5068033437261026350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5068033437261026350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5068033437261026350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5068033437261026350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/01/chain-letter-to-beautiful-women-in-my.html' title='Chain Letter: To Beautiful Women in my Life'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXpNzYgrAlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JPKP6NnNrwk/s72-c/st.+therese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2413915166379459468</id><published>2009-01-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:20:54.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.  En Resumidas Cuentas...</title><content type='html'>... no podemos resumir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7IjV-wUtI/AAAAAAAAAhA/32TDILxq1og/s1600-h/may+on54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7IjV-wUtI/AAAAAAAAAhA/32TDILxq1og/s400/may+on54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286883522100875986" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese asunto de vivir intensamente cada día&lt;br /&gt;como que me lo he tomado mucho a pecho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tomaría una Proust para recontar lo&lt;br /&gt;que pensé, sentí, olí, probé y como me transformó&lt;br /&gt;en cada instante el hecho del cual ahora lo que queda &lt;br /&gt;es una fotico o una peliculita con su leyenda abajo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No obstante, la pego aquí y la divulgo aquí&lt;br /&gt;porque en esos instantes participaron muchos de Uds.&lt;br /&gt;quienes leen este blog.  Y los que no estaban....&lt;br /&gt;bueno, comparto un año inigualable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comencé&lt;/span&gt; el año con Robert, Tony, Renie Joie, &lt;br /&gt;Eskender, Ramón, Juan y otros amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Deliciosa comida en casa de Robert.  &lt;br /&gt;Parranda donde Ramón. Esta peliculita muestra un poquito de Robert esa noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14c59e302a0e2839" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14c59e302a0e2839%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FE442E595DECE6ED9D66F3A10C60AD030E370F7.2BA9554664E1C61DC48B2D881395168ED8588E66%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14c59e302a0e2839%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSiRuOAPwynMQV6nEDnOrvZpzMMo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14c59e302a0e2839%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FE442E595DECE6ED9D66F3A10C60AD030E370F7.2BA9554664E1C61DC48B2D881395168ED8588E66%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14c59e302a0e2839%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSiRuOAPwynMQV6nEDnOrvZpzMMo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renie Joie fue a Mahwah a encontrarse con su hermana&lt;br /&gt;quien venía con Felix a que este conociera a su bisabuela Penna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6Cd6hNy5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/aZfteqSusx4/s1600-h/enero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6Cd6hNy5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/aZfteqSusx4/s400/enero2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286806463015930770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de paso visitaron al abuelo Alfred Penna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6CfiGrTII/AAAAAAAAAdo/alvG__w8Unc/s1600-h/enero3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6CfiGrTII/AAAAAAAAAdo/alvG__w8Unc/s400/enero3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286806490821905538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llegaron a la casa rosada para pasar horas echadas&lt;br /&gt;cuidando a buchi-boy, viendo televisión, echando cuentos&lt;br /&gt;junto con su primo Carlos Eduardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6Eo2CfKhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cKlhN5I8HoY/s1600-h/enero4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6Eo2CfKhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cKlhN5I8HoY/s400/enero4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808849815120402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y vino la tia Johanna a preparar chupe y ayudar a cargar cajas&lt;br /&gt;pues yo preparaba mis nuevos aposentos en el ranchito de atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6CgPooUII/AAAAAAAAAd4/M4YGig6iE-U/s1600-h/enero6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6CgPooUII/AAAAAAAAAd4/M4YGig6iE-U/s400/enero6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286806503043911810" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llegaron por allí Bea Y Joscelyn y juntas celebramos,&lt;br /&gt;Bea con sus dos ahijadas y las tres amiguitas&lt;br /&gt;hicimos un pijama party y hablamos hasta mas no poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6ecB44aEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1FhCLDlIxKs/s1600-h/enero8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6ecB44aEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1FhCLDlIxKs/s400/enero8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837216960079938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6eb2sKjkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PUmJFrrV8to/s1600-h/enero7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6eb2sKjkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PUmJFrrV8to/s400/enero7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837213953953346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por supuesto, cumpleaños significa fiesta en casa de Rennea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e0714336019e4916" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0714336019e4916%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D658F4113D715348BB7EAEE2AA789BE90E451CB0E.84545FBFBB457DB912B73A1201D37E25456E9D92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0714336019e4916%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdcKXsc19Zmg6ApbLb6PQyJUS-l8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0714336019e4916%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D658F4113D715348BB7EAEE2AA789BE90E451CB0E.84545FBFBB457DB912B73A1201D37E25456E9D92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0714336019e4916%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdcKXsc19Zmg6ApbLb6PQyJUS-l8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo que este fue el primer cumpleaños que &lt;br /&gt;hemos celebrado mi hermano y yo juntos en 25 años&lt;br /&gt;(desde que me fui de Venezuela).  El por supuesto vino con&lt;br /&gt;las bellas Nathaly y Bethina para que conocieran a&lt;br /&gt;Felix, California, la casa de la tía y la nieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6ecWQh7UI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kPPm13H-8UM/s1600-h/enero9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV6ecWQh7UI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kPPm13H-8UM/s400/enero9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837222427979074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61ndWFShI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cmJY_pA7bTk/s1600-h/febrero7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61ndWFShI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cmJY_pA7bTk/s400/febrero7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286862702076316178" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61nVH-uvI/AAAAAAAAAew/dZUZke-hOCc/s1600-h/febrero8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61nVH-uvI/AAAAAAAAAew/dZUZke-hOCc/s400/febrero8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286862699869682418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV644hDtjyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Br70A25r7ss/s1600-h/mas+20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV644hDtjyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Br70A25r7ss/s400/mas+20081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286866293665664802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aterrizó tambien Matt &lt;br /&gt;que no se podía perder una visita del primogénito a CA.&lt;br /&gt;Inmediatamente fue trasladado a Alcatraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV608Q9kRPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oU4i6W4-aM0/s1600-h/alcatraz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV608Q9kRPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oU4i6W4-aM0/s400/alcatraz.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286861960017888498" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 14 de febrero dia de los enamorados lo pasamos juntos en familia.&lt;br /&gt;por supuesto que yo estaba en la gloria: juntos yo y mis tres chamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV65-emwPDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rUqTCSCl0JA/s1600-h/Valentines+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV65-emwPDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rUqTCSCl0JA/s400/Valentines+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286867495598177330" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix echó sus primeras balbuceadas que fueron geniales.&lt;br /&gt;Ver: Felix el Cuentacuentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61nUhugGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MIO4MUEH0W8/s1600-h/febrero4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV61nUhugGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MIO4MUEH0W8/s400/febrero4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286862699709235298" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No queríamos que se nos fuera este bombón.&lt;br /&gt;Lo aprovechamos al máximo, a nuestro Buchi Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV62qQV38VI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/g6BKkt4Ic68/s1600-h/febrero6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV62qQV38VI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/g6BKkt4Ic68/s400/febrero6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286863849637015890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV62qLEs6BI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IDvbZA6C1sM/s1600-h/febrero5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV62qLEs6BI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IDvbZA6C1sM/s400/febrero5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286863848222812178" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renie cumplió 23 y me dijo que se le había pasado la fecha.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿de qué? - le pregunté&lt;br /&gt;- de tener un chamo... mi meta era antes de los 23-&lt;br /&gt;- no te preocupes, tu estas teniendo una especie de hijo: una carrera de medicina, eso es admirable.  Además hay que empezar por el novio ¿no?-&lt;br /&gt;Renie continua sacando AAAAA, sigue siendo la tia preferida de Felix, la chica mas sexy de la clase y una hija excepcional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EIclsonI/AAAAAAAAAgg/nBRLSYmqroM/s1600-h/may+on13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EIclsonI/AAAAAAAAAgg/nBRLSYmqroM/s400/may+on13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286878661971845746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EIXmkWyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yguJMqULMQA/s1600-h/renie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EIXmkWyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yguJMqULMQA/s400/renie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286878660633320226" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EGGdCTZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sgaRxbf_9n8/s1600-h/renie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7EGGdCTZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sgaRxbf_9n8/s400/renie+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286878621670198674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylr cumplió 19 y ya este año se graduó de Fire Academy, lo cual le da un mejor chance de entrar al Cuerpo de Bomberos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7Ca-XZXII/AAAAAAAAAgA/Da7WPwBGr_k/s1600-h/may+on64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7Ca-XZXII/AAAAAAAAAgA/Da7WPwBGr_k/s400/may+on64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286876781253057666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganó 3 peleas importantes: una en Kezar Auditorium por knock-out antes del primer minuto; otra en la cual recibió el Walter Weight Championship y otra en China, tambien terminando la pelea antes del minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7BmVpsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7iyx2pyZL8Q/s1600-h/357P5866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7BmVpsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7iyx2pyZL8Q/s400/357P5866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286875876970751826" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7BmfOokOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EL63FhY9jeI/s1600-h/wcsc0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7BmfOokOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EL63FhY9jeI/s400/wcsc0808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286875879541608674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7CbRPsryI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DK9Gjj3Orc0/s1600-h/may+on49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7CbRPsryI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DK9Gjj3Orc0/s400/may+on49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286876786321043234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery cumplió 22 y está graduada de mamá. Matt lo ascendieron en su compañia y trabaja mucho para establecer su nido  Los dos, Avery y Matt han grabado un CD para una compañia llamada Baby Boom Boom.  Oiganlos en este clip : &lt;a href="http://www.babyboomboom.com/resources/LittleDucksSpanishShort.mp3"&gt;Baby Boom Boom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2diaNKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KHB9Xqvew3o/s1600-h/may+on60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2diaNKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KHB9Xqvew3o/s400/may+on60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286881651523728546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2PNWDBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Mtbe_tOxMgI/s1600-h/avery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2PNWDBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Mtbe_tOxMgI/s400/avery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286881647677279250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2C0iK3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/h-l7E5IZfjw/s1600-h/avery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7G2C0iK3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/h-l7E5IZfjw/s400/avery1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286881644351990642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto a mí, le saqué el jugo a este año:&lt;br /&gt;Viajé a Venezuela y me reuní con mi preciosa familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfssM2KcyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/s0ChKagQ_iY/s1600-h/may+on14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfssM2KcyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/s0ChKagQ_iY/s400/may+on14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293960131104109346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfssF5OAnI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ot59OxWfHcM/s1600-h/mas+20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfssF5OAnI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ot59OxWfHcM/s400/mas+20085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293960129237877362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfsrgGpf2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zD35XLrYVrs/s1600-h/mas+20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfsrgGpf2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zD35XLrYVrs/s400/mas+20084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293960119093657442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfsrT6ZdqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DS1-x2TUH4s/s1600-h/mas+20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfsrT6ZdqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DS1-x2TUH4s/s400/mas+20083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293960115821049506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canté, canté y canté con tres grupos:&lt;br /&gt;con mi Guapachoso Band Francisco, Jeff y compañia en fiestas y cafés.&lt;br /&gt;Gozamos siempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJi2XWuKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/I6CUYjKCI70/s1600-h/Guapachoso+Band+rct+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJi2XWuKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/I6CUYjKCI70/s400/Guapachoso+Band+rct+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293921487543515298" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJiDArWVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uiPKNt1anyw/s1600-h/HERREA%27S-4-TSmll+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJiDArWVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uiPKNt1anyw/s400/HERREA%27S-4-TSmll+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293921473758189906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con Potingue, en ferias y beneficios, otro año de conciertos.  Estuve tomando clases con Chus y aprendí un montón, especialmente lo mucho que me falta aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfOKXQp9GI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nQLVsmb4yTg/s1600-h/rumba+caliente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfOKXQp9GI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nQLVsmb4yTg/s400/rumba+caliente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926564435194978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfTrzj2zEI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZUbxZEmtTbU/s1600-h/potingue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfTrzj2zEI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZUbxZEmtTbU/s400/potingue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293932636525743170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con Creative Voices un mundo nuevo para mí: cantar en coro.  Presentamos un repertorio único para este público, música del Quinteto Contrapunto.  Un proyecto bellísimo que espero seguir el año próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfTsaLFoVI/AAAAAAAAAic/SXToRBMF2Eg/s1600-h/creative+voices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfTsaLFoVI/AAAAAAAAAic/SXToRBMF2Eg/s400/creative+voices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293932646890840402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJjZ_MTKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/X02r-tTXwHA/s1600-h/flyermaracaibera+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfJjZ_MTKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/X02r-tTXwHA/s400/flyermaracaibera+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293921497105845410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y como siempre, mis variaciones personales:&lt;br /&gt;del Valle a la Bahía: con Jackeline, Claudy, Edgar y Tregar&lt;br /&gt;Chispitas: con Felipe y Gerry&lt;br /&gt;y luego Jazz Camp, para el cual algún angel de la Guarda me lo hizo posible.  Algún anónimo me otorgó una beca.  Hoy de nuevo le doy gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfQ1dKtV9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eeBk3A-CDyg/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfQ1dKtV9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eeBk3A-CDyg/s400/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293929503778494418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfQ1KLNOwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kWFJqKkndfI/s1600-h/Del-Valle-a-La-Bahia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfQ1KLNOwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kWFJqKkndfI/s400/Del-Valle-a-La-Bahia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293929498680310530" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomé clases de fútbol, escalé picos, me fajé a caminar por las montañas&lt;br /&gt;donde conocí a amigos y a Mountain Man entre otros, con quien pasé&lt;br /&gt;unas super vacaciones de verano antes de comenzar a trabajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfqVKH2WMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/QOO-KN44cbE/s1600-h/con+tony+big+sur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfqVKH2WMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/QOO-KN44cbE/s400/con+tony+big+sur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293957536212736194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; en Big Sur con Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWWQwyeRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_MwRhZakvSI/s1600-h/montanas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWWQwyeRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_MwRhZakvSI/s400/montanas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293935564942375186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;en un pueblito cerca de las aguas termales&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWV16XSZI/AAAAAAAAAis/5mMGV7TcSqE/s1600-h/montanas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWV16XSZI/AAAAAAAAAis/5mMGV7TcSqE/s400/montanas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293935557734779282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;en Bull Run Lake con mis pies cansados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWVSBtVqI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZN8kDgeWB8w/s1600-h/montanas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfWVSBtVqI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZN8kDgeWB8w/s400/montanas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293935548101908130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; montada en Daft Dome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi bella amigo Betsey me regaló un viaje a Boston para ver a mi queridísimo amigo ser enterrado en una simple caja de madera.  Yo lo extraño mucho y para mentenerlo cerca he desarrollado un feroz hábito de comer chocolate TODOS LOS DIAS.  Me mantiene en forma... emocional, digo, no física.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ5biDKeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YMNIbS4MqKk/s1600-h/huerto:boston1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ5biDKeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YMNIbS4MqKk/s400/huerto:boston1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939467663649250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ6IU8kwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cidePm_7_Kw/s1600-h/huerto:boston3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ6IU8kwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cidePm_7_Kw/s400/huerto:boston3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939479688286978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ5lGLsKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/djuKmpO5M7o/s1600-h/huerto:boston2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ5lGLsKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/djuKmpO5M7o/s400/huerto:boston2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939470231122082" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El huerto ha crecido muchísimo desde aquel primero de octubre en el cual comenzó.&lt;br /&gt;Tiene especial significado ya que Robert conectó conmigo por última vez con una palabra: GREAT! cuando se lo mencioné.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ69X2d4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/aqMt4e3om40/s1600-h/huerto:boston5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ69X2d4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/aqMt4e3om40/s400/huerto:boston5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939493927548802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ6rW7uXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lM-WiSurCG4/s1600-h/huerto:boston4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SXfZ6rW7uXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lM-WiSurCG4/s400/huerto:boston4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939489091860850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, trabajo, desde el primero de septiembre&lt;br /&gt;y camino oyendo libros que me fascinan&lt;br /&gt;y llego cansada a casa porque el día es muy largo&lt;br /&gt;y cuando llegan las vacaciones OooHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;¡Cómo las disfruto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5f038ee4f41d480" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f038ee4f41d480%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DC71260C0F7AE155438DE5B0B44402BD46F8949.1720C9127A92F795274E83500AF4202D5B3D9463%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f038ee4f41d480%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZqzZUWlMX_pjrnx-xlaHv0uQQOQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f038ee4f41d480%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DC71260C0F7AE155438DE5B0B44402BD46F8949.1720C9127A92F795274E83500AF4202D5B3D9463%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f038ee4f41d480%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZqzZUWlMX_pjrnx-xlaHv0uQQOQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2413915166379459468?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14c59e302a0e2839&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e0714336019e4916&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2413915166379459468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2413915166379459468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2413915166379459468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2413915166379459468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-en-resumidas-cuentas.html' title='2008.  En Resumidas Cuentas...'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SV7IjV-wUtI/AAAAAAAAAhA/32TDILxq1og/s72-c/may+on54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5965087546282371667</id><published>2008-12-29T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:50:27.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rancho del Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Un grupo de amigos pasamos una semana de descanso post-académico, mejor denominado vacaciones de Navidad, entre árboles, libros, música, películas y hallacas en una casita en Sea Ranch en diciembre del 2008.&lt;br /&gt;La flojera fotográfica junto con la excusa de poseer una pésima cámara me llevó a robarle a otros las fotos que compartieron previamente en la red.&lt;br /&gt;Sin verguenza alguna, ó mas bien con orgullo por aquellos que tuvieron la motivación y las buenas cámaras, ó inclusive con la osadía de nombrarme a mí misma editora, he aquí pues,"mis" fotos de Sea Ranch junto con mis poemas de esta vacación.&lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm_MzBIFcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/S5urVOLYAdk/s1600-h/924816020_5bf780a1c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm_MzBIFcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/S5urVOLYAdk/s400/924816020_5bf780a1c5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465864270255554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-4J2V-SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wmdpyMh6U7M/s1600-h/117381627_f1b0ba32bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-4J2V-SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wmdpyMh6U7M/s400/117381627_f1b0ba32bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465509621791010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me robo las fotos&lt;br /&gt;para reflejar mi experiencia&lt;br /&gt;y contarte a ti&lt;br /&gt;de mis vivencias:&lt;br /&gt;calma, sosiego, memorias&lt;br /&gt;vida, respiro e impermanencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nublado y lluvioso Sea Ranch, diciembre del 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-3u_3OtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m_NEOOD8z80/s1600-h/sirch+maderos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-3u_3OtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m_NEOOD8z80/s400/sirch+maderos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465502413961938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-3qnGl3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/PRNTMdGiGn4/s1600-h/sirch+arboles+fog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm-3qnGl3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/PRNTMdGiGn4/s400/sirch+arboles+fog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465501236369266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steal pictures&lt;br /&gt;to reflect my experiences&lt;br /&gt;and tell you&lt;br /&gt;of what I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;calm, peace, memories&lt;br /&gt;life, breath and evanecense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy and misty Sea Ranch, December 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5965087546282371667?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5965087546282371667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5965087546282371667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5965087546282371667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5965087546282371667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/12/rancho-del-mar.html' title='Rancho del Mar'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SVm_MzBIFcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/S5urVOLYAdk/s72-c/924816020_5bf780a1c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5234692481409002840</id><published>2008-12-14T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:59:47.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenesí</title><content type='html'>Para mí, cantar junto con estos dos maestros fué simplemente frenesí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, singing with these 2 master musicians was just a thrill (frenzy??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2527632&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2527632&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2527632"&gt;Frenesí&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user464904"&gt;rennea&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5234692481409002840?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5234692481409002840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5234692481409002840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5234692481409002840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5234692481409002840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/12/frenes.html' title='Frenesí'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-7908726830911564977</id><published>2008-11-13T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:44:50.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oye Roberto</title><content type='html'>Desde hace mas de un mes que estuvimos planeando &lt;br /&gt;la celebración para Robert en honor a su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Como docientas cincuenta personas vinieron, &lt;br /&gt;mas de una docena de restaurantes donaron comida, vino y café, &lt;br /&gt;y, por supuesto, chocolate en cantidad. &lt;br /&gt;hicimos un slide-show con fotos de él y sus amigos, &lt;br /&gt;preparamos unos recuerditos bellos con una receta de brownie&lt;br /&gt;atada a una cuchara de palo.&lt;br /&gt;La celebración quedó espectacular. &lt;br /&gt;Trabajar con otros de sus amigos, un honor.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí abajo les adjunto una canción que le canté a Robert, &lt;br /&gt;el doctor-chef que influyó tanto en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y en la de mi familia.&lt;br /&gt;Hice un blog en su memoria: &lt;a href="http://doctor-chef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doctor-Chef&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than a month we planned this event&lt;br /&gt;celebrating Robert's life.&lt;br /&gt;About two hundred and fifty people attended&lt;br /&gt;more than a dozen of restaurants donated food, wine and coffee&lt;br /&gt;and, of course, plenty of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;We put on a slide show with pictures of him and his friends, &lt;br /&gt;we made beautiful mementos with a brownie recipe&lt;br /&gt;tied to a wooden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;Working with his friends, an honor.&lt;br /&gt;Below I attach a song I sang for Robert, &lt;br /&gt;our doctor-chef, who so touched my life an my family's.&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a blog in his memory: &lt;a href="http://doctor-chef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doctor-Chef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as this blog does, &lt;br /&gt;the song starts in Spanish and continues in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9xyP7kaolk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9xyP7kaolk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7908726830911564977?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7908726830911564977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7908726830911564977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7908726830911564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7908726830911564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/11/oye-roberto.html' title='Oye Roberto'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5113907079323482418</id><published>2008-11-13T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:52:30.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primer Mes - First Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SRzLkSJxe-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/EY41suosPik/s1600-h/DSCN6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SRzLkSJxe-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/EY41suosPik/s400/DSCN6739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268309488325196770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi jardín está mas que bello: exhuberante.&lt;br /&gt;Aún cuando no tengo fotos de hoy, tengo las de hace tres semanas.&lt;br /&gt;(La cámara está en China con Skylr, si Dios quiere, retratando a Skylr en su pelea allá)&lt;br /&gt;Tengo rábanos, aurúgula, remolacha, zanahorias, espinacas y guisantes.&lt;br /&gt;Todos creciendo con fortaleza en mi terruño&lt;br /&gt;bajo un sol y lluvia ocasional que nos brinda las mejores condiciones.&lt;br /&gt;El clima ha estado ¡delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My farm is growing more than beautiful, exhuberant.&lt;br /&gt;Although I have no pictures of today I have ones of 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;(The camera is in China with Skylr recording, hopefully, his fight there)&lt;br /&gt;I have radishes, aurugula, beets, carrots, spinach, and fava beans.&lt;br /&gt;They are all growing strong in my piece of land&lt;br /&gt;under a sun and a occasional rain that has provided the best of conditions.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5113907079323482418?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5113907079323482418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5113907079323482418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5113907079323482418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5113907079323482418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/11/primer-mes-first-month.html' title='Primer Mes - First Month'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SRzLkSJxe-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/EY41suosPik/s72-c/DSCN6739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5906691060044517945</id><published>2008-10-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:41:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limericks to remember him by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOV5hhlU7I/AAAAAAAAAas/QKYzM8lQFzs/s1600-h/r+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOV5hhlU7I/AAAAAAAAAas/QKYzM8lQFzs/s400/r+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710005555811250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Robert and I had lots of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;I was doing a project with the kids at school &lt;br /&gt;based on the Book of Nonsense of Edward Lear &lt;br /&gt;and we came up with our own limericks.&lt;br /&gt;Robert wrote the first and I did the second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young woman of Burt&lt;br /&gt;who often spilled paint on her skirt&lt;br /&gt;when he cried "keep it clean!"&lt;br /&gt;she replied "that's obscene!"&lt;br /&gt;and continued to eat her dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great cook called Rhobear&lt;br /&gt;who's back was hairier than a bear&lt;br /&gt;when he didn't behave&lt;br /&gt;his girl gave him a shave&lt;br /&gt;and he froze as he fell down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5906691060044517945?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5906691060044517945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5906691060044517945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5906691060044517945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5906691060044517945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/10/limericks-to-remember-him-by.html' title='limericks to remember him by'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOV5hhlU7I/AAAAAAAAAas/QKYzM8lQFzs/s72-c/r+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8101616316930815047</id><published>2008-10-13T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:01:07.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOL9FEk-YI/AAAAAAAAAak/USeavbYXuXo/s1600-h/pancha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOL9FEk-YI/AAAAAAAAAak/USeavbYXuXo/s400/pancha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256699071521159554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Re-organizando el deposito encontré este poema dedicado a Panchita, mi tia abuela, que vivió con nosotros por años y entre muchísimas prendas de vestir, nos cosió las camisas del uniforme del Merici.  En su honor Renie Joie lleva su nombre: Francisca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancha, Pancha, Panchita plancha&lt;br /&gt;Pancha que plancha, plancha lo que cose&lt;br /&gt;cose Pancha y lo plancha, &lt;br /&gt;plancha el vestido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cose, remienda, surce y borda.&lt;br /&gt;Sube, baja, limpia, lava&lt;br /&gt;Va, viene, viene, va, oye, mira, calla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plancha&lt;br /&gt;Plancha Pancha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8101616316930815047?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8101616316930815047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8101616316930815047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8101616316930815047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8101616316930815047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/10/pancha.html' title='Pancha'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SPOL9FEk-YI/AAAAAAAAAak/USeavbYXuXo/s72-c/pancha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5501246222492214470</id><published>2008-10-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:20:24.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Granjita - My Little Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9dtTPPgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3d7EPdTliTE/s1600-h/DSCN6677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9dtTPPgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3d7EPdTliTE/s400/DSCN6677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254290602099424770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;English version scroll down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todo, uno muere y otro nace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenzando el mes de octubre se ha engendrado un jardín&lt;br /&gt;que será lindo, lleno de vida, verde y exquisito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este jardín que me dió la dicha de haber conectado&lt;br /&gt;con quien que iba a ser amante de este verdor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espinacas, aurúgula, cebollines y quien sabe que mas.&lt;br /&gt;Yo personalmente no metí semillita por semillita y una por una.&lt;br /&gt;Fueron los chicos del equipo de &lt;a href="http://myfarmsf.com/"&gt;My Farm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo los ayudé, les traje agua y chocolate y manzanas&lt;br /&gt;y les tomé fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/rennea/Familia/PhotoAlbum35.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Granjita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9dQ4s6II/AAAAAAAAAaM/TwqlbOjiDIY/s1600-h/DSCN6702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9dQ4s6II/AAAAAAAAAaM/TwqlbOjiDIY/s400/DSCN6702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254290594471929986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Little Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything in life: one dies and other is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early October a garden is being born &lt;br /&gt;and it is meant to be green and pretty and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This garden has given me the happiness of having connected&lt;br /&gt;with the one who was really going to appreciate it's greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach, aurugula, chives and plenty others.&lt;br /&gt;I personally did not place seed by seed, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;They did it, the &lt;a href="http://myfarmsf.com/"&gt;My Farm&lt;/a&gt; team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped, brought water, chocolate and apples&lt;br /&gt;and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/rennea/Familia/PhotoAlbum35.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9djM2N5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Kp4VTKBI6AU/s1600-h/DSCN6718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9djM2N5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Kp4VTKBI6AU/s400/DSCN6718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254290599388264338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5501246222492214470?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5501246222492214470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5501246222492214470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5501246222492214470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5501246222492214470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/10/mi-granjita-my-little-farm.html' title='Mi Granjita - My Little Farm'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOr9dtTPPgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3d7EPdTliTE/s72-c/DSCN6677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3388659463368784399</id><published>2008-10-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:06:12.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aplastada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;English version scroll down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOrZOQRzGII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SJqaLxc_LYk/s1600-h/1770807546_3cb929e23c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOrZOQRzGII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SJqaLxc_LYk/s400/1770807546_3cb929e23c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254250754192119938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aplastada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco me aplasta y me voy quedando sin aire&lt;br /&gt;como si tuviera una gigante masa gelatinosa sobre mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y la gravedad me aplana contra el suelo, &lt;br /&gt;- ¡Véte cansancio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo hacer nada sino arrastrarme&lt;br /&gt;y tratar de escapar este soberano peso.&lt;br /&gt;Toda mi enegía hoy intenta de despojarse, &lt;br /&gt;salir de debajo de esa mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me llamas, me invitas a salir, &lt;br /&gt;me convidas a cantar o a tocar quizá vaya&lt;br /&gt;o quizá simplemente diga - Mas tarde -&lt;br /&gt;Nadie vé a este mounstruo kiludo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hago lo mínimo para salir adelante hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Trabajar con una sonrisa, encontrarte con una sonrisa, &lt;br /&gt;cantar con una sonrisa pero luego, &lt;br /&gt;apenas estoy sola caigo tendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para alivianar al cansancio&lt;br /&gt;canto una canción de cuna, como a que le canté a él&lt;br /&gt;hace tres miércoles atrás.&lt;br /&gt;- No te quiero ver más por aquí &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco se esfuma y se vuelve nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-3388659463368784399?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/3388659463368784399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=3388659463368784399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3388659463368784399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3388659463368784399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/10/aplastada.html' title='Aplastada'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOrZOQRzGII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SJqaLxc_LYk/s72-c/1770807546_3cb929e23c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2040899078223157478</id><published>2008-10-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:59:28.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOreet3uvGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RS9bdxaGJ2Q/s1600-h/1769616711_60e22caae6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOreet3uvGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RS9bdxaGJ2Q/s400/1769616711_60e22caae6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256534571891810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flattened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little it weighs me down&lt;br /&gt;and I can't breath anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I had a big blob over my body&lt;br /&gt;and gravity flattens me against the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away lethargy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much but drag myself &lt;br /&gt;and try to get out from underneath.&lt;br /&gt;All my energy today is just about&lt;br /&gt;escaping this humongous beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me, invite me to go out, &lt;br /&gt;ask me to join you to sing or to play I may go.&lt;br /&gt;But then again I may just say: "later"&lt;br /&gt;No one gets to see this bulky monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just do the least I can do to get by.&lt;br /&gt;I work with a smile, I meet you with a smile, &lt;br /&gt;I sing with a smile in my face but then, &lt;br /&gt;as soon as I am alone I fall exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to lighten this fatigue&lt;br /&gt;I sing a lullaby, like the one I sang to him&lt;br /&gt;three Wednesdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to see you around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little it fades away &lt;br /&gt;and it becomes nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2040899078223157478?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2040899078223157478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2040899078223157478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2040899078223157478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2040899078223157478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/10/flattened.html' title='Flattened'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SOreet3uvGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RS9bdxaGJ2Q/s72-c/1769616711_60e22caae6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5764841462512299554</id><published>2008-08-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:06:36.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En la Granja de la Montaña E I A O...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLY54hL0f9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/WdM-_-Kn2ho/s1600-h/DSCN6446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLY54hL0f9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/WdM-_-Kn2ho/s400/DSCN6446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239438859635556306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quería saber como era eso &lt;br /&gt;de vivir en una montaña &lt;br /&gt;sin salir de allí por meses.&lt;br /&gt;Así vive el Hombre de la Montaña E I A O.&lt;br /&gt;Nosotras estuvimos allí solo 6 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:&lt;br /&gt;Para aquellos que esten condundidos con las &lt;br /&gt;siglas E I A O, es que quizá no conozcan la canción:&lt;br /&gt;En el Arbol de la Montaña E I A O&lt;br /&gt;¿se las canto? Mejor no...&lt;br /&gt;Hay como 20 versiones (todas malísimas) &lt;br /&gt;en YouTube.  Esta es una: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV9WOzkJzNg"&gt;El Arbol de la Montaña&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aquí nuestras fotos de&lt;br /&gt;La Granja de la Montaña E I A O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100077"&gt;Stonelake Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego pueden ver la historia del&lt;br /&gt;Arbol de la Montaña E I A O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://penna-couttenye.blogspot.com/2008/08/tall-tree-not-tall-tale.html"&gt;The Tall Tree - Not A Tall Tale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5764841462512299554?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5764841462512299554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5764841462512299554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5764841462512299554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5764841462512299554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-la-granja-de-la-montaa-e-i-o.html' title='En la Granja de la Montaña E I A O...'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLY54hL0f9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/WdM-_-Kn2ho/s72-c/DSCN6446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1964578820896622477</id><published>2008-08-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:26:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrida de Toros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Este verano fui a una corrida de toros&lt;br /&gt;no, corrijo, este verano fui &lt;br /&gt;a un lago llamado Corrida de Toros, &lt;br /&gt;y no se porqué será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLTfifPqAZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dIm1cytzxB0/s1600-h/2682326923_608145aa5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLTfifPqAZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dIm1cytzxB0/s400/2682326923_608145aa5d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239058050134442386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter asked about a month ago&lt;br /&gt;if I would join them on a backpacking trip&lt;br /&gt;to a place called Bull Run Lake.&lt;br /&gt;¿Lago Corrida de Toros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be him and Kaniko (whom I met before)&lt;br /&gt;and probably two other couples I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course!" I replied.  And so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days after my fabulous climbing week in Yosemite&lt;br /&gt;still in my adventure-mode or pro-leisure as Mountain Man calls it,  &lt;br /&gt;Renie dropped me off at Kaniko's home&lt;br /&gt;with my backpack and a happy goobye kiss &lt;br /&gt;"Have fun Mami!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to miss Skylr's third fight but...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my love, as the old saying goes:&lt;br /&gt;"montaña mata pelea"&lt;br /&gt;did anyone know this?&lt;br /&gt;mountain kills fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my pictures: &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100062&amp;view=grid&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;sel=18"&gt;Bull Run 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLTfijnnWDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/h9dBU7mFeec/s1600-h/DSCN6253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLTfijnnWDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/h9dBU7mFeec/s400/DSCN6253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239058051308673074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1964578820896622477?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1964578820896622477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1964578820896622477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1964578820896622477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1964578820896622477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/08/corrida-de-toros.html' title='Corrida de Toros'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SLTfifPqAZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dIm1cytzxB0/s72-c/2682326923_608145aa5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-4537000249499067976</id><published>2008-08-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:30:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days with MountainMan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1526095&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1526095&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1526095?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1526095"&gt;Mountainman&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user464904?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1526095"&gt;rennea&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1526095"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some time and many choices: &lt;br /&gt;work on my CD, &lt;br /&gt;work on my Español for Kids fabulous project, &lt;br /&gt;landscape my yard, &lt;br /&gt;install a bunch of stuff into my computer &lt;br /&gt;and more and more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose instead to spend a week &lt;br /&gt;with a complete stranger in the high sierra.&lt;br /&gt;Mountainman has spent years in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;He offered wilderness experience, &lt;br /&gt;easy-goingness (new word in my dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;and having all the climbing equipment needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became an enthusiastic and motivated &lt;br /&gt;partner in crime for pro-leisure time &lt;br /&gt;(whatever that meant).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly hoped that he wasn't pushy, &lt;br /&gt;controlling or smelled bad...&lt;br /&gt;and I did get my wish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, he turned out to be &lt;br /&gt;a gentle, sweet, interesting man &lt;br /&gt;with a nice smile and many stories to tell,  &lt;br /&gt;from milking goats to fighting bears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the picture-story in my gallery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/rennea#100047&amp;bgcolor=black&amp;view=grid"&gt;Days with Mountainman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-4537000249499067976?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/4537000249499067976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=4537000249499067976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4537000249499067976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/4537000249499067976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-with-mountainman.html' title='Days with MountainMan'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6604027179831262239</id><published>2008-07-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:41:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huéspedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6rb8Pi-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/JMu3s2QttWU/s1600-h/2214529758_5bdbf5558c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6rb8Pi-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/JMu3s2QttWU/s400/2214529758_5bdbf5558c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228304713939876514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando Amor entra en tu ser,&lt;br /&gt;travieso baila dentro de ti y con confianza&lt;br /&gt;se cala en tu cuerpo en tus espacios mas íntimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prueba aquí y allá buscando el lugar perfecto&lt;br /&gt;tratas de dirigirlo pero,  tiene Amor&lt;br /&gt;ese divino prodigio de saber lo que quiere,&lt;br /&gt;se para, se sienta, busca bien su acomodo&lt;br /&gt;Por allá va ahora, ¿lo ves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6qWzB9CDI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZzrczYOyIc4/s1600-h/366401398_a5e470bcbd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6qWzB9CDI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZzrczYOyIc4/s400/366401398_a5e470bcbd_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303526055970866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy toca la puerta Tristeza&lt;br /&gt;a quien trato de evadir pero es innegable&lt;br /&gt;que quiere alojamiento tambien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza es tranquila y callada&lt;br /&gt;es filósofa y quiere un espacio cálido y comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;como aquel que dejó el último huesped.&lt;br /&gt;¿como se lo puedo negar?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy llegó y se acomodó, ¿la viste entrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6qtmNq1II/AAAAAAAAASk/qaKrY4_B9EE/s1600-h/2354903148_510a17087a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/07/huspedes.html' title='Huéspedes'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SI6rb8Pi-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/JMu3s2QttWU/s72-c/2214529758_5bdbf5558c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6730778575514869844</id><published>2008-07-20T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:29:04.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQpZx98s2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/R7ABU9aNREs/s1600-h/grill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQpZx98s2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/R7ABU9aNREs/s400/grill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225346990543254370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miércoles en la noche decidí &lt;br /&gt;que tenía que irme al monte.&lt;br /&gt;No cualquier monte &lt;br /&gt;sino el que me queda mas cerca del alma:&lt;br /&gt;Yosemite, mmmm, here I go, here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué en craigslist &lt;br /&gt;(nuestro matchmaker de SF)&lt;br /&gt;y conseguí a un sujeto &lt;br /&gt;que necesitaba la cola para Toulomne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las once del jueves lo pasé buscando y &lt;br /&gt;4 horas y media de tertulia mas tarde&lt;br /&gt;entrábamos en Yosemite en una tarde&lt;br /&gt;de cielo azul y sin una nube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X tenía pase y reservación para&lt;br /&gt;donde acampar esa noche, yo no.&lt;br /&gt;Como nos la llevamos bien durante el viaje&lt;br /&gt;accedí a quedarme en su campamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llevé la cocinita &lt;br /&gt;pero se me quedó el propano.&lt;br /&gt;No teníamos leña pero en el círculo del fuego&lt;br /&gt;habían unos cuantos carbones.&lt;br /&gt;A punta de palitos y cabón viejo &lt;br /&gt;este chico creó un fuego perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tenía un tremendo bistec&lt;br /&gt;él tenía un "six-pack" de Red Tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno anda entre &lt;br /&gt;las montañas y los árboles&lt;br /&gt;con friíto y con hambruna&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada mas divertido &lt;br /&gt;que ver a ese bistec cocinándose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece tonto pero yo gocé.  &lt;br /&gt;Miren a ver si gozan tambien.&lt;br /&gt;je je je je je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ecc60f0d057da02" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQ9zBnkxFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F4bRJ1bP-6Y/s1600-h/yos-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQ9zBnkxFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F4bRJ1bP-6Y/s400/yos-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225369414473663570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se han antojado de pasear por el rio Tuolomne&lt;br /&gt;un dia de verano cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQ9zV8GZiI/AAAAAAAAARE/JnDYC_XrgyY/s1600-h/yos-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQ9zV8GZiI/AAAAAAAAARE/JnDYC_XrgyY/s400/yos-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225369419928462882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los amigos buscan un sendero&lt;br /&gt;por el cual seguir camino a Glean Aulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD4k4McFI/AAAAAAAAARM/nC3XkA12rAE/s1600-h/yos-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD4k4McFI/AAAAAAAAARM/nC3XkA12rAE/s400/yos-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376106907725906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Brian, Ezra and Gabe&lt;br /&gt;se encargaron de cuidar bien&lt;br /&gt;a la Reina Abeja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD49ZheAI/AAAAAAAAARU/0gtuRIQariM/s1600-h/yos-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD49ZheAI/AAAAAAAAARU/0gtuRIQariM/s400/yos-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376113489967106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego de pasar rios sinuosos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD45LRImI/AAAAAAAAARc/V-yvQAkwm80/s1600-h/yos-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD45LRImI/AAAAAAAAARc/V-yvQAkwm80/s400/yos-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376112356434530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subir rocas de granito pulido y no pulido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD5HkpROI/AAAAAAAAARk/FkZ_uMqN6k4/s1600-h/yos-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD5HkpROI/AAAAAAAAARk/FkZ_uMqN6k4/s400/yos-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376116220970210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruzar vegas con venados pastando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD5IHARpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZHgWGosmuao/s1600-h/yos-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIRD5IHARpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZHgWGosmuao/s400/yos-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376116365084306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos sentamos a tomar un descanso&lt;br /&gt;frente un paisaje espectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ver todas las fotos opriman &lt;br /&gt;en el album &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/rennea/Familia/PhotoAlbum34.html"&gt;Yosemite, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1825675121282343102?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1825675121282343102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1825675121282343102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1825675121282343102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1825675121282343102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/07/los-mismitos-zapaticos-que-subieron-al.html' title='Un Dia de Julio'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SIQ9zGuVEPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pWe0KxzAoak/s72-c/yos-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-185080764752716492</id><published>2008-07-14T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:25:06.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conexiones e Instrucciones</title><content type='html'>Conexiones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno: &lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/rennea#100033&amp;bgcolor=white&amp;view=grid"&gt;La Tatarabuela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo conocí a mi tatarabuela &lt;br /&gt;y Felix tambien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos: &lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/rennea#100039&amp;bgcolor=white&amp;view=grid"&gt;El Bautizo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo fui bautizada toda vestida de blanco &lt;br /&gt;y Felix tambien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrucciones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno: opriman en el link para ver los álbumes de fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos: opriman sobre la primera foto &lt;br /&gt;y despues le dan a las flechitas, &lt;br /&gt;eso es, si quieren leer las leyendas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-185080764752716492?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/185080764752716492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=185080764752716492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/185080764752716492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/185080764752716492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/07/conexiones.html' title='Conexiones e Instrucciones'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5581957849855431235</id><published>2008-07-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:40:55.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a Tí</title><content type='html'>Este año tuve la inmensa fortuna &lt;br /&gt;de haberme ganado un angel.&lt;br /&gt;Este guardián me becó para Jazz Camp 2008.&lt;br /&gt;¿cómo agradezercelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 a 10: Ensamble Brasilero con Weber Iago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 a 12: Orquesta de Improvisación con Art Lande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a 2: Ensamble Latino con Elio Villafranca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 a 4: Orquesta "Big Band" Latina con John Calloway y Wayne Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 a 5: Enseñanzas de una esclava: Harriet Tubman con Marcus Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hice fue aprender a oir.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí como diferentes músicos &lt;br /&gt;arman sus orquestas, las dirigen y enseñan.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas que todo, aprendía oir &lt;br /&gt;mas... y mas.... y mas... y todavía MAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTJZGlMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GZM6PCRCR88/s1600-h/weberjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTJZGlMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GZM6PCRCR88/s400/weberjpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220537612712187074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;con Weber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinámica &lt;br /&gt;tocar fuerte, suave, &lt;br /&gt;subir y bajar energías.&lt;br /&gt;Lo lindo que es mantener una melodía &lt;br /&gt;y reharmonizar cada vez que se repite.&lt;br /&gt;Weber organizado, paciente, claro&lt;br /&gt;y generoso en compartir sus composiciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTR_KJwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/05iptH3ZcVs/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTR_KJwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/05iptH3ZcVs/s400/art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220537615019288322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;con Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poner la máxima atención a otros&lt;br /&gt;complementar al grupo con tu sonido&lt;br /&gt;saber cuando abstenerse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una Orquesta Improvisada&lt;br /&gt;Un día al haber hablado de ciertos parámetros de la improvisación&lt;br /&gt;en la clase previa,  llegamos todos en silencio al anfiteatro.&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente sacamos nuestros instrumentos &lt;br /&gt;y poco a poco nos integramos sin decir ni una palabra&lt;br /&gt;y tocamos una pieza de una hora, con la participación de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Al final todos nos estábamos amando&lt;br /&gt;¡que gran conexión!&lt;br /&gt;Si... parece cosa de hippies pero...&lt;br /&gt;reto a cualquiera que lo haga y &lt;br /&gt;estoy casi segura de que sentirían extáticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTVsugrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ly5NmliznSk/s1600-h/elio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTVsugrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ly5NmliznSk/s400/elio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220537616015721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con Elio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una pieza multiesclerótica: MS Blues&lt;br /&gt;de Elio a Mongo Santamaría&lt;br /&gt;sincopada y con campana en 6/8 que&lt;br /&gt;la consistente Gillian pudo mantener &lt;br /&gt;contra viento y marea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La suavidad de Elio llevó al grupo en cierta dirección&lt;br /&gt;música que podría ser frustrante,  fue mas bien divertida&lt;br /&gt;nos manejó con humor y persistencia&lt;br /&gt; ¿otra vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTxg-ryI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8yEVhWXSVqw/s1600-h/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTxg-ryI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8yEVhWXSVqw/s400/john.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220537623482642210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTh24vnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/b6R9orXc4eY/s1600-h/wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTh24vnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/b6R9orXc4eY/s400/wayne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220537619279560306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;con el equipo John / Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuatro piezas para la fiesta de "fin de curso"&lt;br /&gt;una orquesta de al menos 20 personas &lt;br /&gt;uno puede sentirse quizá insignificante pero es todo lo contrario.&lt;br /&gt;gozé dándole al güiro y cantando Mi Tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... no lo tengo grabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMV-T3f5jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NUgOCUvphDA/s1600-h/marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMV-T3f5jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NUgOCUvphDA/s400/marcus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540553281660466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;con Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;historias de la vida de Harriet Tubman&lt;br /&gt;heroina de los esclavos.&lt;br /&gt;cada dia se presentó un aspecto o valor &lt;br /&gt;que ella tenía como persona &lt;br /&gt;cada día se comparó con músicos de este siglo&lt;br /&gt;Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, John Coltrane y otros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus luego llevó este tema &lt;br /&gt;a nuestra experiencia personal.&lt;br /&gt;Todos participamos y conectamos&lt;br /&gt;con los valores de esta valiente esclava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5581957849855431235?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5581957849855431235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5581957849855431235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5581957849855431235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5581957849855431235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracias-t.html' title='Gracias a Tí'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHMTTJZGlMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GZM6PCRCR88/s72-c/weberjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-464135466211474165</id><published>2008-07-07T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:11:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola de Calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHww86CdZjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fu_5zS5s91I/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHww86CdZjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fu_5zS5s91I/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223103490772788786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- Avery, Mamaquerida y Felix tratando de apaciguar la sed &lt;br /&gt;cerca de Clarines, via Pto. La Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta vivir todo el año en San Francisco &lt;br /&gt;para que cuando llegues a Maiquetía &lt;br /&gt;te reciba una ola de calor y&lt;br /&gt;disfrutes cada segundo de esta.&lt;br /&gt;E insistas no usar el aire acondicionado &lt;br /&gt;y subir a Caracas con tráfico y calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viajar a Puerto La Cruz &lt;br /&gt;y tragar humo de camión&lt;br /&gt;porque al fin y al cabo&lt;br /&gt;¿que mal te puede hacer&lt;br /&gt;un fumito mas si el calor es tan divino?&lt;br /&gt;Esto, en vez de tomar el cómodo autobus&lt;br /&gt;brasilero con gélido ambiente&lt;br /&gt;y salir de allí titiritando de frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sorprendo al llegar de nuevo a casa.&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco me recibe con calor&lt;br /&gt;y desde que llegué ni ha llovido.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se queman los bosques de &lt;br /&gt;mis montañas favoritas de Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;y en las noticias relatan &lt;br /&gt;que tomará casi un mes apagarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es lo bueno y lo malo de&lt;br /&gt;una ola de calor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-464135466211474165?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/464135466211474165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=464135466211474165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/464135466211474165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/464135466211474165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/07/ola-de-calor.html' title='Ola de Calor'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SHww86CdZjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fu_5zS5s91I/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-7703978620581014207</id><published>2008-05-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:14:03.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Persimmon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDG0rsutXvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ufu1f5JpcXw/s1600-h/2045872874_ee1cdb9b0c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDG0rsutXvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ufu1f5JpcXw/s400/2045872874_ee1cdb9b0c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202137707424079602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer pasé un dia lindo con Tony, &lt;br /&gt;paseamos por la marina en Richmond,   &lt;br /&gt;tomamos café, ojeamos libros en la librería, &lt;br /&gt;conversamos, fuimos a hacer kayac,&lt;br /&gt;vimos un águila, garzas, falcones&lt;br /&gt;rodamos en moto, comimos y hasta&lt;br /&gt;nos tomamos una merengada de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;¡Un domingo perfecto!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cerrar con broche de oro&lt;br /&gt;durante la luna llena &lt;br /&gt;comencé a leer un libro que compré.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustó en particular &lt;br /&gt;una parte que describía preceptos budistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDG0rcutXuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0dNRTmEv-k4/s1600-h/316051750_efbbc3915d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDG0rcutXuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0dNRTmEv-k4/s400/316051750_efbbc3915d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202137703129112290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Suppose there is a bitter persimmon, &lt;br /&gt;by soaking it in a solution of lime &lt;br /&gt;or buckweat chaff, &lt;br /&gt;or by exposing it to the sunlight, &lt;br /&gt;we can make the persimmon sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not two persimmons, &lt;br /&gt;one bitter and another sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;There is only one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi explica un filósofo chino &lt;br /&gt;enseñanzas del Lotus Sutra, &lt;br /&gt;una vision budista (Nichiren) de la vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caqui** amargo es el sufrimiento/ deseos&lt;br /&gt;el caqui dulce, la iluminación personal, &lt;br /&gt;el sol o el jugo de limon, &lt;br /&gt;(que es el proceso catalizador y transformativo), &lt;br /&gt;la práctica budista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**caqui- es una fruta de origen chino: persimmon en inglés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay dos frutas, la dulce y la amarga.&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros somos una, la que sufre y la iluminada&lt;br /&gt;la misma persona, la misma fruta. &lt;br /&gt;La práctica espiritual hace esa&lt;br /&gt;transformación posible.&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor de todo:  &lt;br /&gt;No esta lejos ni mas allá, &lt;br /&gt;es factible y está aquí a nuestro alcance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(es esperanzador sentirse así...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Instead of negating desire and life in this world, &lt;br /&gt;they accept the realities of life as they are&lt;br /&gt;and reveal the way to transform them into causes of enlightment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The profound doctrine that earthly desires ARE enlightment&lt;br /&gt;teaches that we should not try to erradicate desires&lt;br /&gt;or regard them as sinful, &lt;br /&gt;but should elevate them towards achieving&lt;br /&gt;a nobles state of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cuando hablaba de "desires" &lt;br /&gt;no solo se refería a deseos/apegos &lt;br /&gt;sino tambien a sufrimientos de cualquier tipo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como buena buscadora de filosofías que me calzen, &lt;br /&gt;esta me queda muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;Muy bien porque es basada en algo muy tangible&lt;br /&gt;y posible de lograr hoy, ahorita mismo&lt;br /&gt;y no tengo que "erradicar deseos" o sufrimientos&lt;br /&gt;sino transformarlos&lt;br /&gt;hmmm buenísima idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguro que &lt;br /&gt;tengo ganas de hacer de mi &lt;br /&gt;UNA FRUTA MUY DULCE : ) : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDHWtsutXwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bUFP3EXd2Ts/s1600-h/316051646_40d8bafeaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDHWtsutXwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bUFP3EXd2Ts/s400/316051646_40d8bafeaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202175125179162370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraido del libro Unlocking the Mysteries of Birth and Death&lt;br /&gt;by Daisaku Ikeda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7703978620581014207?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7703978620581014207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7703978620581014207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7703978620581014207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7703978620581014207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-persimmon.html' title='Like a Persimmon'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SDG0rsutXvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ufu1f5JpcXw/s72-c/2045872874_ee1cdb9b0c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5312722298150217775</id><published>2008-05-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:05:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Back Room</title><content type='html'>Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,&lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;br /&gt;Lives under the fog and showers outdoors&lt;br /&gt;sleeps in the shed with spiders and kilims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1004410&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color="&gt; 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Elise quien cuida mi cartera&lt;br /&gt;me felicita por tener que enseñar ID: a mi edad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volteo y veo a Skylr &lt;br /&gt;ya está montado en el ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡¡AUXILIO ESE ES MI HIJO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llamo a Renie de emergencia,&lt;br /&gt;llamo a Chris de emergencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendo la cámara mientras grito: ¡GO SKYLR!&lt;br /&gt;Renie, Chris y muchos dependen de esta película&lt;br /&gt;para ver a Skylr en acción.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo a filmar la pelea mientras&lt;br /&gt;la miro por encima del visor de la cámara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo probablemente queda fuera de cuadro &lt;br /&gt;y muy malas palabras no dignas de una buena mamá grabadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 59 segundos se acaba la pelea por knock-out&lt;br /&gt;y filmo la decisión y continuo todo, todo&lt;br /&gt;hasta que Skylr se esconde en el camerino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprieto el botón para parar la grabación.&lt;br /&gt;Todo sucedió tan rápido.  Quiero ver porqué esta descalificado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo que empiezo a grabar mis pies y la lucecita dice REC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡¡¡AUXILIO NO GRABE UN C_ _ _ !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Será los efectos de......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doy gracias a Dios pues tengo la mejor suerte del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pude ver la pelea completamente y &lt;br /&gt;gracias a los efectos de ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Se dan cuenta lo importante y fabuloso es tener .....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Moraleja:&lt;/span&gt; Los defectos que tienes son una bendición de Dios disfrazada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda Moraleja:&lt;/span&gt; Si quieres grabar hay que apretar el botoncito de grabar ANTES y no DESPUES de que la acción suceda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sea esta una lección para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D. Si existe una persona que apretó el botoncito&lt;br /&gt;y nos pasó copia de la película pero no sa sé montar en la internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5634156317064984934?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5634156317064984934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5634156317064984934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5634156317064984934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5634156317064984934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-pelcula-de-la-pelea-de-skylr.html' title='La Película de la Pelea de Skylr'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1655025076729515018</id><published>2008-04-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:19:17.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Llamado de Auxilio</title><content type='html'>Este llamado fue originalmente un email mandado el 18 de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SBYGsgmnz4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/e9LayPqTAcA/s1600-h/STRIKERSjpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SBYGsgmnz4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/e9LayPqTAcA/s400/STRIKERSjpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194346581954383746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SKYLR HAS A CHALLENGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and see Skylr show off his kicks&lt;br /&gt;his technique and his courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylr, the Venezuelan Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;at Kezar Pavillion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action packed... see them bleed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, He is NOT in the poster yet, it's only his second fight.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he'll retire soon victorious and with zero damage&lt;br /&gt;BUT FOR NOW&lt;br /&gt;he wants everyone to come and see.  I'm passing along&lt;br /&gt;this message to my friends.  He asked me to invite you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need MORAL SUPPORT in case I start crying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or RESTRAINING&lt;br /&gt;Will I be a "Muay Thai Mom" getting into the rink &lt;br /&gt;and screaming to the referee on a bad call &lt;br /&gt;that disadvantaged my sweet baby boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: there will be lots of action, blood, gambling and naked butts&lt;br /&gt;Girls: there will be lots of tetosterone in the air and rough macho men with oily shaven chests.&lt;br /&gt;For those NOT interested, come and see it as an anthropological study of human societies.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting rituals and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will come with me? Please respond!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday April 26 at 6pm, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Kezar Pavillion-  755 Stanyan St. San Francsico&lt;br /&gt;Admission: $35 - $45- I have tickets you can purchase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1655025076729515018?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1655025076729515018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1655025076729515018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1655025076729515018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1655025076729515018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/04/llamado-de-auxilio.html' title='Llamado de Auxilio'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/SBYGsgmnz4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/e9LayPqTAcA/s72-c/STRIKERSjpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8393570480476128315</id><published>2008-03-19T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:41:09.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josefina</title><content type='html'>19 de marzo&lt;br /&gt;día de San José&lt;br /&gt;Josefinas de la familia &lt;br /&gt;y Josefinas del mundo, &lt;br /&gt;celebran ...&lt;br /&gt;(tomando café)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josefina la ballena, del Japón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGxDg3JcYlc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGxDg3JcYlc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josefina Fontanez, la que nació sin brazos ni piernas, de Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-HyxwfRp9I/AAAAAAAAANg/9o15c2Si_Gw/s1600-h/fontanez555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-HyxwfRp9I/AAAAAAAAANg/9o15c2Si_Gw/s400/fontanez555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179687983096375250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josefina The All American Girl, que es taaan buena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H18gfRqBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wOVYyFESE1I/s1600-h/Josefina_01_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H18gfRqBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wOVYyFESE1I/s400/Josefina_01_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179691466314852370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y porsupuesto, nosotras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doña Josefina Bermudez de Lozada, de la novela Aquellos Ojos Verdes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H1VQfRqAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NEVWjwmCLss/s1600-h/Josefina+a+los+23+a%C3%B1os+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H1VQfRqAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NEVWjwmCLss/s400/Josefina+a+los+23+a%C3%B1os+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179690792004986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Josefina, &lt;br /&gt;y "tres hermanas a quien ya yo conocí, &lt;br /&gt;Renneita, Johanita y Susanna Couttenye"&lt;br /&gt;(que son todas Josefinas tambien)&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente hay dos coleadas que &lt;br /&gt;no son Josefinas: Bethina y Anabella&lt;br /&gt;De la novela Las Aventuras del Musiú y la Moza Elizabetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H1VQfRp_I/AAAAAAAAANw/jnI0f6FOZ4M/s1600-h/Family+DVD0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-H1VQfRp_I/AAAAAAAAANw/jnI0f6FOZ4M/s400/Family+DVD0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179690792004986866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sigue...&lt;br /&gt;"a Rennea le dió sarampión&lt;br /&gt;y a Johanna le dió una indigestión&lt;br /&gt;Oh Susanna no te vayas a enfermar&lt;br /&gt;porque si tu te enfermas&lt;br /&gt;yo no se que me va a dar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra de Johanna Lozada&lt;br /&gt;al son de Oh Susannah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8393570480476128315?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8393570480476128315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8393570480476128315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8393570480476128315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8393570480476128315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/03/josefina.html' title='Josefina'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R-HyxwfRp9I/AAAAAAAAANg/9o15c2Si_Gw/s72-c/fontanez555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-560399470288256032</id><published>2008-02-24T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:30:07.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Felix y los Visitadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OLBvcyfNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VT7y-xmNXpY/s1600-h/DSCN5360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OLBvcyfNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VT7y-xmNXpY/s400/DSCN5360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171129659184807122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Felix tiene solo 3 meses (casi cuatro)&lt;br /&gt;pero es un chico muy popular.&lt;br /&gt;Debido a su popularidad y mi relación con él&lt;br /&gt; mi vida ha estado dando vueltas como revolcón de olas&lt;br /&gt;desde el día en que nació.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estábamos en San Francisco y empezaron a llegar&lt;br /&gt;un reguero de gente bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así llegaron nuestros visitadores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Avery y Felix - llegada: 23 de enero 9pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8JzkvcyfGI/AAAAAAAAALo/wUZs8y2Uskk/s1600-h/DSCN5257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8JzkvcyfGI/AAAAAAAAALo/wUZs8y2Uskk/s400/DSCN5257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170822397224451170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llegaron a interrumpirnos el sueño y &lt;br /&gt;perfumarnos de buche.&lt;br /&gt;Yo devolví el ataque con ronquidos nocturnales&lt;br /&gt;y "perjúmenes" de lavandería.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carlos Eduardo -llegada: 24 de enero 2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OJqPcyfMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wGCz54Jv2Dk/s1600-h/DSCN5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OJqPcyfMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wGCz54Jv2Dk/s400/DSCN5108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171128155946253506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuchichó con sus primas&lt;br /&gt;compartieron  youtube&lt;br /&gt;fueron de compras&lt;br /&gt;habló por teléfono &lt;br /&gt;y NO hizo tareas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Johanna - llegada: 31 de enero 4:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OIH_cyfLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HuNWx9JOYs8/s1600-h/rennea,+johanna+y+felix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OIH_cyfLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HuNWx9JOYs8/s400/rennea,+johanna+y+felix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171126468024106162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vino a hacer relevo&lt;br /&gt;hizo reir a Felix&lt;br /&gt;preparó chupe&lt;br /&gt;y SI hizo sus tareas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beatriz y Joscelyn - llegada: 3 de febrero 12 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J1HvcyfII/AAAAAAAAAL4/bdjbiTgkmo8/s1600-h/DSCN5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J1HvcyfII/AAAAAAAAAL4/bdjbiTgkmo8/s400/DSCN5177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170824098031500418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salieron a oir música&lt;br /&gt;hicieron un pijama party&lt;br /&gt;chismearon y curiosearon en facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J1IPcyfJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E_jxDX7f-VE/s1600-h/DSCN5214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J1IPcyfJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E_jxDX7f-VE/s400/DSCN5214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170824106621435026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego, se tomaron fotos con las 2 ahijadas&lt;br /&gt;Daniela y Renie Joie, y sigieron hablando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daniel, Nathaly y Bethina - Llegada: 7 de febrero 10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OLlfcyfOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0EcSrVxOxj8/s1600-h/DSCN5292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OLlfcyfOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0EcSrVxOxj8/s400/DSCN5292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171130273365130466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J6L_cyfKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9Q8TQh7W278/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8J6L_cyfKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9Q8TQh7W278/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170829668604083362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fueron a los viñedos&lt;br /&gt;fiestearon y despues limpiaron&lt;br /&gt;SI hicieron tareas, &lt;br /&gt;le compraron macundales a los chinos&lt;br /&gt;tocaron la nieve y la nieve los tocó a ellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matt - Llegada: 10 de febrero 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OVh_cyfUI/AAAAAAAAANY/hC-AippZjMw/s1600-h/Matt+%26+avery+Alcatraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OVh_cyfUI/AAAAAAAAANY/hC-AippZjMw/s400/Matt+%26+avery+Alcatraz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171141208351866178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fue a Alcatraz&lt;br /&gt;se compró muchos discos de vinyl&lt;br /&gt;tocó el Pacífico con su hijo&lt;br /&gt;y la nieve en Lake Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;San Valentín - Llegada 14 de febrero: 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OPHfcyfRI/AAAAAAAAANA/tR1cYjJfsCw/s1600-h/Valentines+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OPHfcyfRI/AAAAAAAAANA/tR1cYjJfsCw/s400/Valentines+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171134156015566098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vino expresamente a flechear a cada uno&lt;br /&gt;¡qué alegría tenerlos a todos en casa!&lt;br /&gt;(Felix no aparece pues él tomó la foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sean - Llegada: 15 de febrero 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestro roomate nuevo&lt;br /&gt;se mudó y se instaló en el cuarto mío&lt;br /&gt;y yo me mudé para atrás&lt;br /&gt;escondida por los rincones&lt;br /&gt;como la muñeca fea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + + + + + + + + + + + + &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tranquilidad - Llegada 17 de febrero 4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OQUvcyfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/E5nqz3bXU9Q/s1600-h/DSCN5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OQUvcyfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/E5nqz3bXU9Q/s400/DSCN5357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171135483160460578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 17 de febrero todos se fueron&lt;br /&gt;y me queda,  junto al cansancio &lt;br /&gt;una alegría suprema &lt;br /&gt;mientras los tres botes&lt;br /&gt;estan varados esperando a la capitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8ORxvcyfTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8zXIHMOsBQE/s1600-h/2171631233_07405c91a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8ORxvcyfTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8zXIHMOsBQE/s400/2171631233_07405c91a5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171137080888294706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-560399470288256032?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R8OLBvcyfNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VT7y-xmNXpY/s72-c/DSCN5360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8748747393071995909</id><published>2008-01-11T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:30:03.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rítmica 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R4dEdU2IJfI/AAAAAAAAALg/v203FLkft34/s1600-h/rennea+goldengate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R4dEdU2IJfI/AAAAAAAAALg/v203FLkft34/s400/rennea+goldengate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154163569151452658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer planes del 2008 &lt;br /&gt;siempre comienzo inspirándome &lt;br /&gt;con lo que hice en el 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro los blogs que escribí, &lt;br /&gt;veo las fotos que tomé o me tomaron&lt;br /&gt;oigo las grabaciones que hice, &lt;br /&gt;veo las peliculitas, &lt;br /&gt;hago los taxes y veo como gasté mi dinero, &lt;br /&gt;empiezo a borrar los email que no me interesan mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo un proceso para reconocer&lt;br /&gt;que tengo la vida mas feliz que pueda yo tener.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a todos mis amigos, mi familia, &lt;br /&gt;Uds. son la fuente inagotable de mi energía y &lt;br /&gt;ganas de vivir con pasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vean las fotos en este link. &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/rennea/Familia/PhotoAlbum30.html"&gt;Año 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hagan click en Slide Show (eslaid chow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mención especial a tí, Mi Mac&lt;br /&gt;Ahora son una familia de tres:&lt;br /&gt;mac book, power mac y i mac&lt;br /&gt;(eso es sin contar ipod 10GB, ipod 80GB, ipod shuffle)&lt;br /&gt;¿qué haríamos sin tí?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8748747393071995909?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8748747393071995909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8748747393071995909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8748747393071995909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8748747393071995909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/01/rtmica-2007.html' title='Rítmica 2007'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/R4dEdU2IJfI/AAAAAAAAALg/v203FLkft34/s72-c/rennea+goldengate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-7918702068485359919</id><published>2008-01-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:07:30.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atormentada</title><content type='html'>Hoy cuatro de enero del 2008, &lt;br /&gt;está cayendo una tormenta feroz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo debería estar trabajando en mi "peñero"&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo me distraje al pasar una "góndola"&lt;br /&gt;Jmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b0306b8c611055b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7918702068485359919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7918702068485359919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7918702068485359919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7918702068485359919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2008/01/atormentada.html' title='Atormentada'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-992082472574503251</id><published>2007-11-06T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:11:45.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Primera Semana de Memé y Bebé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RzMdaHdHqGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h7-bY8nMRlk/s1600-h/meme+y+bebe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RzMdaHdHqGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h7-bY8nMRlk/s400/meme+y+bebe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130476735020116066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se levanta con los lloriqueos del bebé, prepara el desayuno, lava, cambia al bebé, duerme al bebé, cocina, lava, escribe su blog en la internet con el bebé en la pierna, le prepara el baño a Avery, camina con el bebé, habla por teléfono cargando al bebé, compra comida para la cena, cocina, come, lava, mira televisión, carga al bebé, baña al bebé, le echa aceitico de almendras, mira la tele con el bebé, se queda dormida con el bebé, sueña con el bebé, se despierta con el bebé y empieza la ronda otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui la historia de como llegó este bebé a nuestra familia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://penna-couttenye.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-scare.html"&gt;penna-couttenye.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://penna-couttenye.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-scare.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-992082472574503251?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/992082472574503251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=992082472574503251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/992082472574503251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/992082472574503251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-primera-semana-de-mem-y-beb.html' title='La Primera Semana de Memé y Bebé'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-7758000244336157551?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/7758000244336157551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=7758000244336157551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7758000244336157551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/7758000244336157551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/10/si-me-comprendieras.html' title='Si Me Comprendieras'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-860465689180116573</id><published>2007-09-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:04:36.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo tenía un Chorro de Voz</title><content type='html'>- un pedido a mi papá, que habilite por mi&lt;br /&gt;una ayudita desde el cielo para que se me mejore &lt;br /&gt;la voz antes de mi "chou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A los hermanitos pequeños y a los nietos &lt;br /&gt;abajo les pongo una ranchera que &lt;br /&gt;era una de las favoritas del abuelo y &lt;br /&gt;así sepan cantar mis versos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien tiene una escena muy macha&lt;br /&gt;tipo Guido Couttenye y &lt;br /&gt;que me recuerda a los dados que él&lt;br /&gt;jugaba en La Lagunita despues del golf.&lt;br /&gt;¿quien se acuerda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrjTjJJEM18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrjTjJJEM18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tenia un chorro de voz&lt;br /&gt;era la ama del falsete, &lt;br /&gt;ay la ra lai&lt;br /&gt;escalar por las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;y bailar hasta las dos&lt;br /&gt;y de aquel chorro de voz&lt;br /&gt;(jai ja ja jaiiii)&lt;br /&gt;solo me quedo el chinguete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la casa me quedé&lt;br /&gt;en cama y tomando té, &lt;br /&gt;emplastes de hierbas mates&lt;br /&gt;eucalypto' y yo que sé&lt;br /&gt;pero aquel chorro de voz&lt;br /&gt;no se asoma ¡que paquete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al que toma y al que canta&lt;br /&gt;se le pudre la garganta &lt;br /&gt;pero yo me porté bien &lt;br /&gt;(ataque de tos)&lt;br /&gt;cuando quiero echar falsete &lt;br /&gt;solo me sale un chinguete&lt;br /&gt;de aquel chorro de voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al ensayo yo me fui&lt;br /&gt;sin la voz pero con ganas&lt;br /&gt;ay la ra lai&lt;br /&gt;y por mucho que me esfuerzo&lt;br /&gt;no me sale sino un gallo&lt;br /&gt;me preocupo y me desmayo&lt;br /&gt;si no me viene la voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el ventiuno de septiembre&lt;br /&gt;me presento en el museo&lt;br /&gt;ni con tequila ni con té&lt;br /&gt;pero en Guido tengo fé&lt;br /&gt;me mandé un chorro de vooooozzz&lt;br /&gt;jai jai jai jaiiiii&lt;br /&gt;papá te lo agradeceré eeeé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al que toma y al que canta&lt;br /&gt;se le pudre la garganta &lt;br /&gt;pero yo me porté bien &lt;br /&gt;(ataque de tos)&lt;br /&gt;cuando quiero echar falsete &lt;br /&gt;solo me sale un chinguete&lt;br /&gt;de aquel chorro de voooooz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-860465689180116573?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/860465689180116573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=860465689180116573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/860465689180116573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/860465689180116573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo-tena-un-chorro-de-voz.html' title='Yo tenía un Chorro de Voz'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-2382231615239839156</id><published>2007-09-06T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:02:10.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y el resultado es....</title><content type='html'>Estos resultados hacen referencia &lt;br /&gt;a una entrada de blog fechada 7 de agosto, &lt;br /&gt;donde se puso a prueba el coeficiente familiar &lt;br /&gt;de la familia Couttenye Losada.  &lt;br /&gt;Si no haz tomado el TEST, porfavor&lt;br /&gt;no mires los resultados.  Primero salta&lt;br /&gt;al blog llamado TEST y responde.&lt;br /&gt;(buscarlo en la columna a mano derecha&lt;br /&gt;bajo el título: previous posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RuDWaRDJFZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BBX4-ia4nos/s1600-h/552788323_7ca0a98ca6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RuDWaRDJFZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BBX4-ia4nos/s400/552788323_7ca0a98ca6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317724179666322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si respondiste A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no conoces a Rennea: tu "escor" es 00&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que ella &lt;br /&gt;con regularidad consitente&lt;br /&gt;pierde las llaves.  &lt;br /&gt;Ella tambien, con regularidad consitente&lt;br /&gt;las encuentra retrazando sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;uno por uno (con ADD y todo)desde el último momento&lt;br /&gt;en que las vió en su mano.  Se podría decir que ella&lt;br /&gt;es casi una clarividente de sus movimientos previos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si respondiste B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas en parte correcta y en parte errada: tu "escor" es 01&lt;br /&gt;ella ES pobre de dinero segun &lt;br /&gt;los estándares norteamericanos&lt;br /&gt;y el gobierno federal estadounidense. &lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, no hay nadie que tenga una vida tan rica como ella.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo se puede tildar de pobrecita,  &lt;br /&gt;a quien tiene casa, viaja, y se divierte&lt;br /&gt;y no tiene ni una ampolla en la mano o en el cerebro?&lt;br /&gt;(bueno, de lo último no estamos del todo seguros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si respondiste C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas caliente: tu "escor" es 02&lt;br /&gt;Rennea no tiene trazos de portuguesa panadera.&lt;br /&gt;Si ella quisiese hacer pan,  necesitaría mucha,  &lt;br /&gt;pero mucha ayuda de San Antonio de Padua, &lt;br /&gt;santo de la devoción de los panaderos.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, ella compra pan francés en San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;que es muy bueno por cierto, pero no tanto&lt;br /&gt;como el pan "de-a-locha" que vendía Basilio ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si respondiste D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas hirviendo: tu "escor" es 03&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente Rennea NECESITA un novio, &lt;br /&gt;¿que hace una chica en plena flor de la vida&lt;br /&gt;una cálida nche de verano&lt;br /&gt;sentada en una computadora corrigiéndo exámenes&lt;br /&gt;de coeficiente familiar ?&lt;br /&gt;Este evento (el novio), tendría efectos drásticos&lt;br /&gt;en la comunidad blogeadora, pues esta &lt;br /&gt;pasaría sus dias y noches entregada al amor en vez de &lt;br /&gt;"questa poezzia dil blogg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si respondiste E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, que les puedo decir: tu "escor" es 20&lt;br /&gt;cualquier persona que haya llegado hasta este punto&lt;br /&gt;del blog se merece mas que 20 puntos, digamos 100.&lt;br /&gt;¿cuántas pajuatadas se pueden tolerar en un párrafo?&lt;br /&gt;la respuesta es:  &lt;br /&gt;"TODAS, cuando hay amor familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor de mi familia es taaan inmenso, &lt;br /&gt;que tolera la escribidera de paja que &lt;br /&gt;Rennea manda por estos aires cibernéticos.&lt;br /&gt;¿qué podemos esperar de ella? &lt;br /&gt;No se sabe con certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Lo importante es que estas aquí:&lt;br /&gt;leyendo, riendo (se espera), &lt;br /&gt;lamentando que Rennea está,  &lt;br /&gt;pero en ceros y unos en un ordenador, &lt;br /&gt;y que no te puede abrazar fuertemente &lt;br /&gt;y mucho mas a menudo como ella realmente&lt;br /&gt;quiere y tú quieres por igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que todos han pasado el test con buenas &lt;br /&gt;calificaciones: estrellita dorada en la boleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** el comentario de Basilio es una licencia artística.&lt;br /&gt;No me acuerdo del nombre del panadero que traía el pan a casa &lt;br /&gt;así que le otorgué el nombre del portugués de Playa Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abajo: El NUEVO san Antonio, que ahora lo tenemos de cabeza para su mejor funcionamiento.  Recomendación de Johanna Couttenye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RuDbUBDJFaI/AAAAAAAAAII/eZrFJiYxL_0/s1600-h/san+antonio+de+padua+flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RuDbUBDJFaI/AAAAAAAAAII/eZrFJiYxL_0/s400/san+antonio+de+padua+flip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107323114363622818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-2382231615239839156?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/2382231615239839156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=2382231615239839156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2382231615239839156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/2382231615239839156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/09/y-el-resultado-es.html' title='Y el resultado es....'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RuDWaRDJFZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BBX4-ia4nos/s72-c/552788323_7ca0a98ca6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-1364248128514877712</id><published>2007-08-27T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:49:30.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ BENDICION !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RtMnlRDJFXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e2FeAj2ia1M/s1600-h/papi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RtMnlRDJFXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e2FeAj2ia1M/s400/papi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103466323926127986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a Guido Couttenye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi, hoy son 10 años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pido la bendición &lt;br /&gt;antes de empezar a trabajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos haces falta a todos&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo, &lt;br /&gt;tu alegría y pachanguería&lt;br /&gt;la tengo conmigo siempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que bailo, &lt;br /&gt;(especialmente cuando bailo)&lt;br /&gt;o canto, (especialmente si es una ranchera)&lt;br /&gt;o se me presenta un problema, &lt;br /&gt;o me tomo una cervecita,&lt;br /&gt;o me tropiezo con tu gran amigo Pepe Angulo, &lt;br /&gt;(especialmente cuando me meto en el mar)&lt;br /&gt;o decido con ánimo echar pa'lante, &lt;br /&gt;o me echo una siestecita, &lt;br /&gt;o consulto algo con la almohada, &lt;br /&gt;o digo: obligada, ni pal cielo, &lt;br /&gt;muchas veces, tantas veces, &lt;br /&gt;estas presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradezco mucho tenerte conmigo&lt;br /&gt;todavía hoy 10 años despues de que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;a pachanguear para otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;te quiero mucho papi, &lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-1364248128514877712?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/1364248128514877712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=1364248128514877712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1364248128514877712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/1364248128514877712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/08/bendicion.html' title='¡ BENDICION !'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RtMnlRDJFXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/e2FeAj2ia1M/s72-c/papi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6688112762161532446</id><published>2007-08-07T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:29:43.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST</title><content type='html'>ESTE ES UN TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Grado de coeficiente familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vean la imagen a continuación:&lt;br /&gt;San Antonio de Padua, fallecido el 13 de junio&lt;br /&gt;dia del nacimiento de Santa Elizabeth, la buena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego escojan una de las razones por las cuales &lt;br /&gt;este es el Santo de la devoción de Rennea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rrgc0VY30HI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FWyjXC5lSZA/s1600-h/167742818_eb3e71a7d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rrgc0VY30HI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FWyjXC5lSZA/s400/167742818_eb3e71a7d4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095854663789957234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. A Rennea se le perdieron las llaves del carro otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Rennea es pobre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Rennea es panadera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Rennea busca novio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Todas las razones mencionadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTADO CORRECTO: ???&lt;br /&gt;escriban su respuesta y el porqué en el comentario&lt;br /&gt;ella dará el resultado de coeficiente familiar en una futura entrada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-6688112762161532446?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/6688112762161532446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=6688112762161532446' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6688112762161532446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6688112762161532446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/08/test.html' title='TEST'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rrgc0VY30HI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FWyjXC5lSZA/s72-c/167742818_eb3e71a7d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-28975229426322067</id><published>2007-08-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:28:20.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Barro</title><content type='html'>A petición del público "El Barro" &lt;br /&gt;ha sido publicado en YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;Una producción de las Ociosas en Acción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsz3rA-LMKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsz3rA-LMKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-28975229426322067?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/28975229426322067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=28975229426322067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/28975229426322067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/28975229426322067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/08/el-barro.html' title='El Barro'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-176654280775761207</id><published>2007-07-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:47:26.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Trasatlantico, El Penero y La Gondola</title><content type='html'>Rennea tiene 3 botes.&lt;br /&gt;Deben conocerlos para que la puedan entender &lt;br /&gt;cuando con ella conversen o oigan: &lt;br /&gt;"Hoy estoy trabajando en la góndola"&lt;br /&gt;Las características de los botes asemejan &lt;br /&gt;la de los proyectos que definimos en esta exposición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EMacC8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ntrqlG0ExK0/s1600-h/queen+mary+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EMacC8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ntrqlG0ExK0/s400/queen+mary+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087647081957166018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Trasatlántico (previamente El Yate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El trasatlántico, como el Queen Mary que&lt;br /&gt;entra a la bahía de San Francisco, &lt;br /&gt;la llevará hasta muy lejos, en completo comfort, &lt;br /&gt;hasta el final de sus dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es su proyecto de largo plazo: &lt;br /&gt;productos educativos para niños.&lt;br /&gt;Una tienda en el ciber-espacio que vende &lt;br /&gt;estos productos a los maestros o padres.&lt;br /&gt;Los materiales incluyen juegos, &lt;br /&gt;audiovisuales, libros, juegos de video, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Varado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acción: Se trabaja en este semanalmente a menos&lt;br /&gt;de que el peñero esté dando mucha lata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EcacC9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DIFjEb4STX4/s1600-h/pen%CC%83ero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EcacC9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DIFjEb4STX4/s400/pen%CC%83ero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087647086252133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Peñero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El peñero es como saben, un barco pescador.&lt;br /&gt;Este trae el pez de cada día &lt;br /&gt;y aunque se esté harto de comer pescado:&lt;br /&gt;alimentos con Omega-3 son mejores que nada.&lt;br /&gt;Este ha de ser suplantado por el trasatlántico en dos años.&lt;br /&gt;(Si, los mecánicos del trasatlantico son bastante ambiciosos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este describe las clases de español que Rennea dá y que le traen &lt;br /&gt;su sustento básico, pagan hipoteca y ponen arepa sobre la mesa.&lt;br /&gt;(con queso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Varado con buena promesa.&lt;br /&gt;(No prende el motor desde hace 2 años &lt;br /&gt;pero la última vez que funcionó andaba perfectamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se cree que de un momento a otro va a arrancar sin problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que se le ahogó el motor con tanta bombita que le dieron.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acción: Se trabaja en el diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EsacC-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4CA1COMjSg/s1600-h/gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EsacC-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4CA1COMjSg/s400/gondola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087647090547100642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Góndola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda góndola, es frágil y delicada pero&lt;br /&gt;romantica, sensual y carismática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta describe el famoso proyecto de grabar un CD&lt;br /&gt;que tantos fanáticos piden a gritos.  Es un proyecto de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Varado&lt;br /&gt;Es un proyecto en el cual se trabaja por inspiración.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el peñero y el trasatlántico han adelantado&lt;br /&gt;un minúsculo paso hacia adelante, a la góndola se le da su cariñito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acción: Se trabaja en ella de vez en cuando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) , 5), 6), 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otros botes no aquí descritos:&lt;br /&gt;Misión "Termina el bañito de atrás"&lt;br /&gt;Misión " Arregla tu jardín"&lt;br /&gt;Misión "Empieza a ejecutar tu trabajo de Memé"&lt;br /&gt;Misión " Consiguete un novio"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-176654280775761207?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/176654280775761207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=176654280775761207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/176654280775761207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/176654280775761207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-trasatlantico-el-penero-y-la-gondola.html' title='El Trasatlantico, El Penero y La Gondola'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rpr0EMacC8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ntrqlG0ExK0/s72-c/queen+mary+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3559079165945485872</id><published>2007-05-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:17:48.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunque no se Vaya Mas</title><content type='html'>Así como las alegrías y las carcajadas&lt;br /&gt;la tristeza tambien es bienvenida&lt;br /&gt;y cuando esta llega con su manto gris, &lt;br /&gt;igual hay que darle té y galletitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dedicado a mi hermana Johanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RmSqrVLrvkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cqThVDJthWo/s1600-h/maleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RmSqrVLrvkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cqThVDJthWo/s400/maleta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072366741723266626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lavo - donte te lavaste tú ayer&lt;br /&gt;respiro - aire que tu respiraste ayer&lt;br /&gt;miro - la ropa que dejaste tirada ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! Y qué dolor no verte mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pasan meses - menos aire, mas vacío&lt;br /&gt;el mueble cambió - el celular tambien&lt;br /&gt;otra se puso tus pantalones,  y otra tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! Y es que este dolor ya no se vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llega tu día, tu cumpleaños&lt;br /&gt;¿que querrías? - ¿que te pondrías?&lt;br /&gt;que linda especialmente hoy, te verías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! Y es que este dolor ya no se vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y llegó hoy,  dia de las madres&lt;br /&gt;anhelo tus abrazos,  y tus caricias, &lt;br /&gt;y tus risas,  y tus malicias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! Y es que este dolor ya no se vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cierro los ojos y me consuela&lt;br /&gt;las monjitas decían en la escuela&lt;br /&gt;"reza, en el cielo los encontrarás"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay no! Es que este dolor ya no se vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y regreso a mi misma&lt;br /&gt;no soy pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;ni de ayer, ni de quizá, ni de mañana&lt;br /&gt;soy hoy, ahora, aquí.&lt;br /&gt;y aún así .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiero doler y pensar en tí&lt;br /&gt;aunque este dolor &lt;br /&gt;¡NO SE VAYA MAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-3559079165945485872?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/3559079165945485872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=3559079165945485872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3559079165945485872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3559079165945485872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/05/aunque-no-se-vaya-mas.html' title='Aunque no se Vaya Mas'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RmSqrVLrvkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cqThVDJthWo/s72-c/maleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-3862629100908507618</id><published>2007-05-13T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:03:44.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos Gafillos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rkft9RnacLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bi_UfJs7pY0/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rkft9RnacLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bi_UfJs7pY0/s400/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064277942957928626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriba: Mamaquerida cantando a todo pulmón con la familia en el cumpleaños de Susana, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para Josefina Bermudez de Lozada, &lt;br /&gt;la primera mamaquerida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami - querida&lt;br /&gt;mamaquerida&lt;br /&gt;querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu día te ofrezco&lt;br /&gt;mil besos bañados en miel y eucalipto&lt;br /&gt;que huelen al junquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu día te canto&lt;br /&gt;aquellos ojos verdes serenos como un lago&lt;br /&gt;que suenan a un halago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu día te pinto&lt;br /&gt;a la Virgen Santa del Perpetuo Socorro&lt;br /&gt;que me mira a diario sin engorro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu día te escribo&lt;br /&gt;verson sencillos, tontillos, gafillos&lt;br /&gt;para que te rías un poco&lt;br /&gt;y cantes un estribillo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-3862629100908507618?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/3862629100908507618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=3862629100908507618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3862629100908507618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/3862629100908507618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/05/versos-gafillos.html' title='Versos Gafillos'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/Rkft9RnacLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bi_UfJs7pY0/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-5306287249262264583</id><published>2007-05-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:02:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mami, cual flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RkfW5xnacJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_yW4ugcDx54/s1600-h/nacimiento+rennea.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RkfW5xnacJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_yW4ugcDx54/s400/nacimiento+rennea.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064252594060947602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriba: &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth de 20 y Rennea recién nacida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicado a mi mamá en su día &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá&lt;br /&gt;tu risa, tu tristeza, tu empatía y hasta tu ADD&lt;br /&gt;delatan que vives en el presente cual flor. &lt;br /&gt;Vivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá&lt;br /&gt;tus manitas arrugadas y tuertas &lt;br /&gt;delatan tus siglos de sabiduría y experiencia. &lt;br /&gt;No lloren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá&lt;br /&gt;tus comentarios sabiondos y risueños&lt;br /&gt;delatan tu inocencia.&lt;br /&gt;Ríanse ¡sí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá&lt;br /&gt;tus sueños, tus vuelos y tus imaginaciones&lt;br /&gt;delatan que siempre tienes fé. &lt;br /&gt;Recen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami&lt;br /&gt;tu madre, tus hijos y nietos&lt;br /&gt;delatan que eres el amor mas puro&lt;br /&gt;y sincero y sinigual&lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez podamos sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amén  (que es lo mismo pero no es igual)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-5306287249262264583?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/5306287249262264583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=5306287249262264583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5306287249262264583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/5306287249262264583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/05/mami-cual-flor.html' title='Mami, cual flor'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RkfW5xnacJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_yW4ugcDx54/s72-c/nacimiento+rennea.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8819834781693351746</id><published>2007-04-15T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:25:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Gris Neblina a Rojo Guayaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiL6le2TAEI/AAAAAAAAADg/vIxLKmxumok/s1600-h/guayaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiL6le2TAEI/AAAAAAAAADg/vIxLKmxumok/s320/guayaba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053877253706022978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habían quedado en el florero - &lt;br /&gt;las flores&lt;br /&gt;estáticas e inflexibles.  Se había secado - &lt;br /&gt;el agua.&lt;br /&gt;Una capa fina de gris polvo, gris nube, gris soledad - &lt;br /&gt;las cubría&lt;br /&gt;sin totalmente opacarlas - &lt;br /&gt;las flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habría de llegar entonces la lluvia - &lt;br /&gt;la madre&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando y limpiando el gris de las hojas - &lt;br /&gt;la hermana.&lt;br /&gt;Hicieron relucir el rojo guayaba, el azul caribe, el verde helecho - &lt;br /&gt;la flor&lt;br /&gt;que estaban bajo el gris lejanía, gris neblina, gris nostalgia - &lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8819834781693351746?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8819834781693351746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8819834781693351746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8819834781693351746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8819834781693351746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-gris-neblina-rojo-guayaba.html' title='De Gris Neblina a Rojo Guayaba'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiL6le2TAEI/AAAAAAAAADg/vIxLKmxumok/s72-c/guayaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-6825520224968408309</id><published>2007-04-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:59:43.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiMB4e2TAGI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkz4JJjz4zQ/s1600-h/en+sta.monica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiMB4e2TAGI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkz4JJjz4zQ/s400/en+sta.monica.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053885276704931938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 de marzo toqué en El Red Poppy.&lt;br /&gt;Músicos Marco Diaz, Saul Sierra y Carlos Caro.&lt;br /&gt;El debut de mi primera canción&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la traducción de lo que escribí en mi programa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos amigos, &lt;br /&gt;Llegué a San Francisco un día despues de haber cumplido 20 años, &lt;br /&gt;con un baúl lleno de materiales de diseño, &lt;br /&gt;cassettes de música venezolana y un cuatro.&lt;br /&gt;Venía a quedarme los años de Universidad y, &lt;br /&gt;25 años mas tarde, estoy todavía aquí.  &lt;br /&gt;Me hace falta la vida relajada, las reuniones familiares, &lt;br /&gt;las carreteras sombreadas con árboles de aguacate y el &lt;br /&gt;ansiado destino final: la playa.  Hoy en día San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;es mi hogar y aquí he encontrado mucho que amar: &lt;br /&gt;desde lindas caminatas por la playa&lt;br /&gt;(aunque sea toda abrigada) hasta poder vivir&lt;br /&gt;dentro de una mezcla de muchas culturas diversas&lt;br /&gt;dentro de una misma ciudad. &lt;br /&gt;Pero lo que realmente me ha inspirado consistentemente &lt;br /&gt;es la habilidad de poder expesarme&lt;br /&gt; y ser quien soy: una mezcla.  &lt;br /&gt;Me siento como un coctel, un trago con diversos licores, &lt;br /&gt;destilado de diferentes culturas &lt;br /&gt;para crear una bebida extraña.  No soy la única.  &lt;br /&gt;Muchos artistas que aquí se presentan, &lt;br /&gt;si no todos, tienen esa experiencia de la Transculturización, &lt;br /&gt;en la cual tienes acceso global a visiones y estéticas &lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo quieres mantener cierta autenticidad &lt;br /&gt;y preservar cierta parte de tu cultura, así como lo haz conocido.  &lt;br /&gt;Para Ustedes hoy este "coctel" : Saudade, &lt;br /&gt;hecho con canciones de diferentes paises que expresan nostalgia, &lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English version below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote in my program: &lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends, &lt;br /&gt;I arrived in San Francisco the day after my 20th birthday with a trunk filled with design materials, summer dresses, cassettes of traditional Venezuelan music and a cuatro.  I was to stay just my college years and still, 25 years later, I am here.  I miss the relaxed lifestyle and my family’s get-togethers, the avocado shaded roads of the countryside and the ultimate final destination: the beach.  Now San Francisco is my home and here I have found much to love, from walks by the ocean (even if totally bundled-up) , to being able to  experience the most diverse mix of cultures in one same city. But the one thing I have found that really inspires me to be here is my ability to be myself and express myself as I am: a mix.  I feel like a cocktail drink with many different liquors,  distilled from many cultures into one strange drink.  I am not the only one. Many, if not all, artists that play here experience this Transculture in which you have a global access, vision and aesthetics and still want to keep some authenticity and preserve some of your culture as you know it.  For you today a “cocktail drink”: Saudade, made with songs that express longing from different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;   Rennea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-6825520224968408309?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/6825520224968408309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=6825520224968408309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6825520224968408309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/6825520224968408309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RiMB4e2TAGI/AAAAAAAAADw/rkz4JJjz4zQ/s72-c/en+sta.monica.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-953726602250822778</id><published>2007-02-27T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:22:20.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme I y Meme II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RePpKYd-MsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6aWRI5lsqNE/s1600-h/meme.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RePpKYd-MsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6aWRI5lsqNE/s400/meme.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036125172906472130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de la Proclamación&lt;br /&gt;unas notas para refrescarles la memoria&lt;br /&gt;a los bisnietos de Memé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta señora que me acompaña aquí es Memé.&lt;br /&gt;La foto fue tomada en nuestro primer viaje a Venezuela &lt;br /&gt;despues del nacimiento de Renie Joie en el 86.&lt;br /&gt;(Casi ninguno de Uds. había nacido, es mas...  NINGUNO a excepción de Renie)&lt;br /&gt;Yo tenía 24 y ella 78.  Este año 2007 ella estaría cumpliendo lo 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meme" es "abuela" en flamenco (me imagino que sin acento).  &lt;br /&gt;Flamenco el idioma que hablaban Memé y Pepé en su casa.&lt;br /&gt;Es el idioma que se habla en el pueblo de Vlamertinge, &lt;br /&gt;donde vivieron abuelo Pechi (Guido) y tio Dirk sus primeros años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dos varones mayores,  como vinieron a Venezuela &lt;br /&gt;de muy pequeños, no aprendieron flamenco&lt;br /&gt;(a excepción de interjecciones &lt;br /&gt;que suenan como a grocerías en español &lt;br /&gt;lo cual las hacía muy memorables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El nombre de Memé era Renea María Maes. &lt;br /&gt;Yo llevo mi primer nombre en su honor.&lt;br /&gt;Los que no eran nietos la llamaban &lt;br /&gt;Tante Mi (corto de Tante Marie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Memé le gustaba sentarse en su silla &lt;br /&gt;en la terraza de la casa en Caraballeda,&lt;br /&gt;fumarse unos cuantos cigarrillos &lt;br /&gt;y tomarse unas altas botellas de cerveza.&lt;br /&gt;Le gustaba conversar con sus amigos belgas &lt;br /&gt;y leer revistas La Femme D'Ajourdui.&lt;br /&gt;Hacía las galletas mas deliciosas&lt;br /&gt; (ver blog de tia Johanna) &lt;br /&gt;y gracias a ella y a Pepé TODA&lt;br /&gt;la familia pasó el dia de Año Nuevo &lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE  juntos: 5 tios y sus respectivas proles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en día se lo agradezco MUCHISIMO, (esas reuniones)&lt;br /&gt;pues dias como esos fueron los que mantuvieron &lt;br /&gt;la conexión familiar a través de los años&lt;br /&gt;La tendencia es de desperdigarse (como lo hemos hecho).&lt;br /&gt;Se podría decir que Memé era una buena cola Couttenye.  &lt;br /&gt;La podríamos re-bautizar Isarcol 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, aquí viene la PROCLAMACION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dándose por sentado y corroborado&lt;br /&gt;los siguientes argumentos&lt;br /&gt;acerca de la susodicha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) que es la primera nieta de los Couttenye Maes (y los Lozada)&lt;br /&gt;2) que es la primera "abuela" de todos los primos Couttenye en Venezuela (y los Lozadas)&lt;br /&gt;3) que su nombre es Rennea (y Josefina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se declara, certifica y promulga que el día domingo 18 de febrero, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennea Josefina Couttenye Losada, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha sido ceremoniosamente proclamada la nueva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aplausos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D. ¡ no se olviden de pedirme la bendición!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-953726602250822778?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/953726602250822778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=953726602250822778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/953726602250822778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/953726602250822778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/02/meme-i-y-meme-ii.html' title='Meme I y Meme II'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RePpKYd-MsI/AAAAAAAAACU/6aWRI5lsqNE/s72-c/meme.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-8385766020907343639</id><published>2007-02-25T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:18:53.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Baile del Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/ReHdVod-MrI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKJP2eomsGg/s1600-h/tocando.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/ReHdVod-MrI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKJP2eomsGg/s320/tocando.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035549222087045810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amigo Adrián, poeta, &lt;br /&gt;'scribe poemas en su blog&lt;br /&gt;Mike, pasea por el mundo &lt;br /&gt;y to' lo escribe en su blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennea, de copioneta &lt;br /&gt;sin querer quedarse atrás&lt;br /&gt;al par de horas descubrió&lt;br /&gt;COMO EMPEZAR&lt;br /&gt;no un blog, sino dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna, la samba prieta&lt;br /&gt;decidió desahogar &lt;br /&gt;sus penas, sus alegrías&lt;br /&gt;y las escribe en su blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanna, la franchucheta&lt;br /&gt;sin saber si era o estaba &lt;br /&gt;y sin saber bien el francés&lt;br /&gt;redactó un "franchu-blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor, Sandra y Renie Joie, &lt;br /&gt;pusieron algo en el aire &lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo amigos míos,&lt;br /&gt;no escriben mucho en su blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth de Mandefuá&lt;br /&gt;agarro el hobby con furia&lt;br /&gt;ya hasta habla con los marcianos&lt;br /&gt;Y SIEMPRE &lt;br /&gt;lee y escribe en los blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabella apaga la vela&lt;br /&gt;toma fotos, redacta anuncios&lt;br /&gt;no los publica en la prensa&lt;br /&gt;sino los pone en su blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethi y Nata, merecen pela &lt;br /&gt;quieren pero no pueden&lt;br /&gt;no saben como bailarlo&lt;br /&gt;'tán aprendiendo ya el blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaquerida, NO es copioneta &lt;br /&gt;como buena sabia sabe mas&lt;br /&gt;no escribe, pero rie y llora&lt;br /&gt;y ella lee TOOOOO toditos los blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL BAILE DEL BLOG --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO BAILALO BAILALO --  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILALO, BAILALO --- EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;COPIATE LA IDEA ----  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;DERRAMA EL CORAZON ---  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;USALO DE INSPIRACION ---  EL BAILE DEL BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto en sus pantallas, el video:&lt;br /&gt;El Baile del Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-8385766020907343639?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/8385766020907343639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=8385766020907343639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8385766020907343639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/8385766020907343639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/02/el-baile-del-blog.html' title='El Baile del Blog'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/ReHdVod-MrI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKJP2eomsGg/s72-c/tocando.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-608422215901457170</id><published>2007-01-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:21:10.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Remolinos Al Estrellato</title><content type='html'>Desde el mes de noviembre del 2006&lt;br /&gt;por la vida de Rennea han pasado unos remolinos.&lt;br /&gt;Estos,  al contrario de la creencia popular, &lt;br /&gt;no van en orden alfabético.  Sin embargo, pasan.&lt;br /&gt;Pasa....  todo pasa.... pasa..... ciruela pasa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9KJ9k5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-uiO0qLXrnU/s1600-h/123_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9KJ9k5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-uiO0qLXrnU/s320/123_2640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022727396541698962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMOLINO MANUEL&lt;br /&gt;Primero llegó uno llamado Remolino Manuel &lt;br /&gt;que abrió zanjas y puso cercas &lt;br /&gt;y dejó los elementos precursores &lt;br /&gt;de un baño hippie al aire libre&lt;br /&gt;que serán completados en &lt;br /&gt;el primer trimestre del 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Aparte, este remolino ha causado &lt;br /&gt;el florecimiento del AMOR en varias&lt;br /&gt;damas del área de la Bahía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRiCqJ9k9I/AAAAAAAAABI/sB25GPQ71U4/s1600-h/243429725108_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRiCqJ9k9I/AAAAAAAAABI/sB25GPQ71U4/s320/243429725108_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022747282240279506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMOLINO BEHRENS-BLACKWOOD&lt;br /&gt;Sin ningún aviso ni premonición&lt;br /&gt;llegó el Remolino Behrens-Blackwood&lt;br /&gt;causando una larga parranda &lt;br /&gt;que picó y se extendió desde &lt;br /&gt;el viernes 1 de diciembre a las 8:30 am&lt;br /&gt;hasta el domingo a las 2:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, este fenómeno no había&lt;br /&gt;sucedido en SF desde quién-sabe-cuando.&lt;br /&gt;Pero como dice el dicho: "No hay&lt;br /&gt;parranda que dure 100 años&lt;br /&gt; ni cuerpo que lo aguante"&lt;br /&gt;Siempre se tuvo fé de que se acabaría,&lt;br /&gt;algun día questa celebrazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRV-KJ9k8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hM44ltJYu38/s1600-h/3572540-R1-036-16A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRV-KJ9k8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hM44ltJYu38/s320/3572540-R1-036-16A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022734010791334850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMOLINO TONY&lt;br /&gt;Le siguió el Remolino Tony &lt;br /&gt;secuestrándola al Parque Nacional Yosemite &lt;br /&gt;con toda su nieve y clima de invierno invernal &lt;br /&gt;(valga la redundancia a la n potencia)&lt;br /&gt;donde la forzó a actuar en una mini-serie&lt;br /&gt;que saldrá al aire en un futuro cercano, &lt;br /&gt;La temperatura nunca subió sobre &lt;br /&gt;los 0 grados centígrados.  Sin embargo, &lt;br /&gt;se comprobaron que bajo estas circumstancias&lt;br /&gt;inapropiadas para un cuerpo desprovisto &lt;br /&gt;de las masivas grasas protectoras necesarias, &lt;br /&gt;la risa y el humor proveen de EL calor &lt;br /&gt;que la grasa deja de proveer.&lt;br /&gt;(La foto muestra el lugar en verano.&lt;br /&gt;Porfavor imaginarse la misma toma con la cascada hecha&lt;br /&gt;un témpano de hielo y el cerro blanco, blanco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9aJ9k6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0OBVFD_vHRU/s1600-h/los+cuatro+en+apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9aJ9k6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0OBVFD_vHRU/s320/los+cuatro+en+apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022727400836666274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMOLINO PUERTAS&lt;br /&gt;Luego el Remolino Puertas&lt;br /&gt;que recirculó a Rennea y sus ecuaces&lt;br /&gt;a lugares remotos como La Estrella Norte:&lt;br /&gt;Northstar, cerca del Lago Tahoe; &lt;br /&gt;faros recónditos por donde pasa la falla de San Andrés&lt;br /&gt;que casi nos traga vivos en un temblor y &lt;br /&gt;bosques oscuros y encantados donde los árboles&lt;br /&gt;casi tocan el cielo y restos de dinosaurios brotan de los manantiales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9KJ9k4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3z1hCiP3nA/s1600-h/DSCN3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9KJ9k4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3z1hCiP3nA/s320/DSCN3941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022727396541698946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMOLINO SIXTO&lt;br /&gt;Para rematar el Sixto Remolino, perdón &lt;br /&gt;el Remolino Sixto, que se llevó a la bella doncella&lt;br /&gt;con los vientos de Santa Ana, el granizo&lt;br /&gt;hielo y nieve hasta San Felipe, Mejico, &lt;br /&gt;via Joshua Tree donde la hizo atravesar el desierto&lt;br /&gt;pasando por un oasis verdadero. &lt;br /&gt;Este remolino tenía la intención&lt;br /&gt;de llevar a la niña a lugares cálidos y tropicales &lt;br /&gt;pero la furia de los vientos,  lo que hizo fue dejarla &lt;br /&gt;desamparada y con una carpa enclenque,&lt;br /&gt;rota y destrozada por la tajante susodicha ventizca.&lt;br /&gt;Al fin el Dios Zeus le concedió la calma:&lt;br /&gt;UN DIA de gozo de temperatura tropical&lt;br /&gt;en la ciudad de Los Angeles donde toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;es bella, bronceada y mejor dotada que la doncella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en día la Bella Durmiente no hace sino: DORMIR&lt;br /&gt;para recobrar las fuerzas necesarias para grabar &lt;br /&gt;su primer CD que la dará conocer al mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;y quizá entre los marcianos cause un éxito total, &lt;br /&gt;llevándola así, como lo merece: AL ESTRELLATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRReaJ9k7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QUz8iVEONrY/s1600-h/DSCN3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRReaJ9k7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QUz8iVEONrY/s320/DSCN3879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022729067283977138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD Sí, me salté el 5.... licencia poética&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-608422215901457170?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/608422215901457170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=608422215901457170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/608422215901457170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/608422215901457170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2007/01/de-remolinos-y-el-estrellato.html' title='De Remolinos Al Estrellato'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6beepm-W0f8/RbRP9KJ9k5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-uiO0qLXrnU/s72-c/123_2640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-116295815837707079</id><published>2006-11-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:35:05.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>METEORO 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRpE8gSjGmQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRpE8gSjGmQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteoro ya no es un adolecente ni usa su casco a menudo.&lt;br /&gt;Se casó con Trixie, aquella novia que tenía desde los 16.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se casaron se enteró de que el nombre cristiano de Trixie era Nathaly.&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces así la llama pues Meteoro (cuyo nombre cristiano no lo puedo divulgar) es sumamente católico y apostólico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuvieron una hija, Betina, quien substituyó al Chim chim chimpancé&lt;br /&gt;quien muriera ahogado en la maleta del carro &lt;br /&gt;en una de las tantas veces que se metió de polizonte en el Mach 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteoro anda estos dias en una triste Dodge van &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor que en unas tristes Dodge patas.   &lt;br /&gt;Los botones desde la A hasta la H han desaparecido en este modelo.&lt;br /&gt;El Mach 5 sigue en el garaje sin posible reparación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky, el mecánico, está en una clínica interno con depresión &lt;br /&gt;desde que Pops (el padre de Meteoro) murió probando un nuevo carro de bio-combustible.&lt;br /&gt;(o ¿fue una bomba suicida?) Lo cierto es que no está entre nosotros Q.E.P.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El misterioso Rex sigue haciendo apariciones intermitentes siempre queriendo ayudar.&lt;br /&gt;Meteoro todavía no se ha enterado de que el es realmente su hermana mayor.&lt;br /&gt;Si señores: Rex realmente se llama Rennea &lt;br /&gt;pero esconde su personalidad bajo la máscara de un hombre.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ella ha podido volver desde que su padre se enfureció cuando esta &lt;br /&gt;se robó el carro para entrar en una carrera peligrosísima transamericana y  &lt;br /&gt;terminó desterrándose en San Francisco (pero no de Yare) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de los años y de la muerte de su padre,  Rex, que ya está mayorcito, &lt;br /&gt;teme que un acercamiento pueda destruir el equilibrio familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Rex solo puede pensar en carros y sabe que su hermano&lt;br /&gt;puede caer de nuevo en la tentación y la adicción a las carreras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto Meteoro continua su vida manejando una simple van.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo,  cuando anda en viajes largos siempre entre sus labios se escucha un cantar:&lt;br /&gt;ME-TE-O-RO, ME- TE- O RO ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteroro cumplió 36 años esta semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-116295815837707079?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/116295815837707079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=116295815837707079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116295815837707079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116295815837707079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/11/meteoro-2006.html' title='METEORO 2006'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-116102606075075203</id><published>2006-10-16T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:08:19.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a la Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/DSCN2868.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/320/DSCN2868.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cantar con la melodía de Gracias a la Vida)&lt;br /&gt;** clave para la pronunciación perfecta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida, &lt;br /&gt;que me ha dado tanto, &lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la red, &lt;br /&gt;que cuando la abro , &lt;br /&gt;el mundo es pequeño, &lt;br /&gt;y muy conectado, &lt;br /&gt;madre,  amigo, hermano y todos &lt;br /&gt;bloggeando&lt;br /&gt;my space, tu face, you tube, chattin' ó   - [mai-speis-tu-feis-iu-tub-cha-tin-O]**&lt;br /&gt;goo-gle-eando.  -  [guuu-go-lian-do]**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-116102606075075203?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/116102606075075203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=116102606075075203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116102606075075203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116102606075075203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/10/gracias-la-vida.html' title='Gracias a la Vida'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-116079996283103222</id><published>2006-10-13T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:07:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Topos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/gopher%20church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/320/gopher%20church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegué a San Francisco hubieron&lt;br /&gt;muchos topos que salieron a la superficie.&lt;br /&gt;Mi tarea era darles a cada uno un taparazo &lt;br /&gt;en la cabeza y volverlos inconcientes&lt;br /&gt;o mejor aún, matarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este le doy por no pagar la renta&lt;br /&gt;A este por dejarme las tuberías tapadas&lt;br /&gt;A este por haberme dejado la casa maltrecha&lt;br /&gt;A este por dejarme una cuenta de teléfonos astronómica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este le doy porque se enojó conmigo&lt;br /&gt;A este por no pagar&lt;br /&gt;A este por no hacer ejercicio&lt;br /&gt;A este por no levantarse mas temprano&lt;br /&gt;A este por no preparar comida&lt;br /&gt;A este por no ganar bastante&lt;br /&gt;A este por no cantar mas&lt;br /&gt;A este por no mandarle la cuestión&lt;br /&gt;A este por no arreglar el jardín&lt;br /&gt;A este por no subir&lt;br /&gt;A este por no bajar&lt;br /&gt;y así sucesivamente salen y salen&lt;br /&gt;y les doy y los apabullo pero no se mueren NUNCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos conocemos a esos topos.&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy aprendiendo a vivir con ellos y es más...&lt;br /&gt;¡ nos estamos haciendo amigos !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-116079996283103222?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/116079996283103222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=116079996283103222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116079996283103222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116079996283103222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/10/los-topos.html' title='Los Topos'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-116079732763950993</id><published>2006-10-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:44:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Adióooo!,  ay mi Titina, adió</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/743201307305_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/320/743201307305_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(canción para Titi combinando &lt;br /&gt;tonada y merengue caraqueño)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adióooo ¡Ay mi Titina!, adió&lt;br /&gt;No te despediste, adió&lt;br /&gt;y muy lejos tu te fuiste adió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay la chirriquitica, caramba&lt;br /&gt;quien lo hubiera creido caramba&lt;br /&gt;que Dios la hubiera escojido&lt;br /&gt;pa' llevasela pal cielo&lt;br /&gt;con los angelitos negros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vela vela vela vela arriba,  tu la ves&lt;br /&gt;bailando con los tamborcitos, tu las ves&lt;br /&gt;aquella que es puros ojos, tu la ves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira la muchachita, caramba&lt;br /&gt;como se desenvuelve, caramba&lt;br /&gt;mira que no gana peso&lt;br /&gt;solo toma leche'e soya&lt;br /&gt;y se graduó a Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sube al alto, sube al alto si&lt;br /&gt;a ve si la ves por ahí&lt;br /&gt;mas buscalá en tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;que de seguro ella estará allí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay Titi,  mi Pichiluchi, caramba&lt;br /&gt;oye como nos duele, caramba&lt;br /&gt;que ya no armes alboroto&lt;br /&gt;y acabes la discusión&lt;br /&gt;pues tú siempre tenías razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adió, ¡Ay mi Titina, adió!&lt;br /&gt;desde aquí nos despedimos, adió&lt;br /&gt;tu pae, mae, tios y primos, adió&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-116079732763950993?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/116079732763950993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=116079732763950993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116079732763950993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/116079732763950993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/10/adiooo-ay-mi-titina-adi.html' title='¡Adióooo!,  ay mi Titina, adió'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-115859429766004188</id><published>2006-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:16:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almohada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/DSC00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/320/DSC00390.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mamá mandó un mensaje, &lt;br /&gt;que la describiera con una sola palabra.&lt;br /&gt;Sin mucho pensar se me ocurrió ALMOHADA.  &lt;br /&gt;Ella respondió que era &lt;br /&gt;" interesande, curioso y acorde".&lt;br /&gt;Y mi respuesta para ella es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mami, eres una almohada, &lt;br /&gt;Cómoda, suave, que te dá paz y tranquilidad.  &lt;br /&gt;Una almohada con la cual &lt;br /&gt;quieres ir a dormir cada noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También exótica y especial &lt;br /&gt;porque eres antigua, sabia y &lt;br /&gt;vienes de muy lejos, rodando.&lt;br /&gt;En tí existen cuentos, miles de vivencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres esa almohada &lt;br /&gt;que para donde sea que vayas &lt;br /&gt;la llevas siempre contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Está rellena con algo demasiado especial &lt;br /&gt;que huele a tí y te refleja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene color específico &lt;br /&gt;sino el de la luz de ese día&lt;br /&gt;y muchas veces piensas &lt;br /&gt;que sin ella no puedes vivir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-115859429766004188?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/115859429766004188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=115859429766004188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115859429766004188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115859429766004188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/09/almohada.html' title='Almohada'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-115776848163161283</id><published>2006-09-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:24:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/Image-0A60EEE7381911DB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/320/Image-0A60EEE7381911DB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que amé de mi paseo a Italia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El camino&lt;/span&gt; del aeropuerto a casa,  con mucho silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber por donde empezar,  había tanto que contar:&lt;br /&gt;niños, familia, parejas, historias de años y años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegar al calor, el sol, el cielo azul.&lt;br /&gt;Ver a mi amigo y reconocerlo,  como si el tiempo no hubiese pasado.&lt;br /&gt;La cordialidad, la simpatía y el recibimiento caluroso de su familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fogón y toda la carne que allí se preparó.&lt;br /&gt;La carta musical, el pecorino, la miel, el atún, el pargo, la nutella.&lt;br /&gt;Quesos, aceites, aceitunas, chorizo, salami, jamón serrano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadar a diario en el agua mas clara y transparente y fresca.&lt;br /&gt;Largas echadas al sol, largas conversaciones entre mujeres.&lt;br /&gt;Ponerme la careta y ver un mundo distinto submarino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dinámica familiar: los cuatro que van juntos de aquí a allá.&lt;br /&gt;Cantar todos en el carro: "Por un beso de la flaca yo daría lo que fuera...&lt;br /&gt;Y luego: "C'era una casa molto carina... " la canción infantil que aprendí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salir en el bote y pasar calor (o frio de regreso) visitando playas recónditas&lt;br /&gt;Tirar el ancla y luego tirarse uno, en el agua azul turquesa.&lt;br /&gt;Haber escapado del ataque de las aguas malas, "las medusas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca haber consultado un reloj, internet o las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;Largos ratos de inactividad física en las cuales visitaba los paraisos de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;Jugar con colores y canciones en mi computadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminatas por rocas, arenas, dunas, piedra.&lt;br /&gt;Nadar cada vez que me provocaba (ya lo dije pero es que...)&lt;br /&gt;El baile familiar por las noches en la terraza para "bajar la cena"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abundancia de platos, vinos y buena conversación.&lt;br /&gt;Deleitarme y saciarme de exquisiteces y cuidar de que Juba no me las robara del plato.&lt;br /&gt;Haberme fumado mis primeros habanos acompañados de grappa o bourbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis clases de italiano con una chica de 9 años (que ahora tiene 10)&lt;br /&gt;"E un bel ejerzizio correre in il aqua"&lt;br /&gt;Mi bronceado "de fin de semana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haber sido halagada con la compra de 2 guitarras para que yo tocara "algo"&lt;br /&gt;Cantar Desafinado y mi versión de Summertime en un cafecito de Sant'Antioco.&lt;br /&gt;Tomar café como se toma en Venezuela: italianamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El camino al aeropuerto, con mucho silencio.&lt;br /&gt;No había mucho que decir: muchos sentimientos embotados: &lt;br /&gt;amistad, tristeza, alegría y mucho agradecimiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-115776848163161283?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/115776848163161283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=115776848163161283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115776848163161283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115776848163161283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/09/italia.html' title='ITALIA'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32626665.post-115540652253052778</id><published>2006-08-12T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:15:22.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/400/minimusiua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo... (3 palmadas)&lt;br /&gt;diga Ud. ...&lt;br /&gt;nombre de ...&lt;br /&gt;persona ...&lt;br /&gt;Rennea ...&lt;br /&gt;Josefina ...&lt;br /&gt;Couttenye  ( ku te ni ) ...&lt;br /&gt;Losada ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32626665-115540652253052778?l=ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/feeds/115540652253052778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32626665&amp;postID=115540652253052778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115540652253052778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32626665/posts/default/115540652253052778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritmos-de-rennea.blogspot.com/2006/08/ritmo_12.html' title='Ritmo'/><author><name>rennea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03124809035499744339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7032/3566/1600/minimusiua.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
