tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378246162011-10-26T14:00:18.041+02:00Cada vez que sonries se oscurece una tristeza e ilumina una esperanzaCeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-14708702054527200692011-02-16T13:39:00.000+01:002011-02-16T13:40:34.819+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzmVQ_pIqiI/TVvFtw3CADI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YVnmNTDIKj8/s1600/mundo+ardiendo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574266353801625650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzmVQ_pIqiI/TVvFtw3CADI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YVnmNTDIKj8/s200/mundo%2Bardiendo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Allí donde se queman los libros, se acaba por quemar a los hombres</span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Heinrich Heine</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1470870205452720069?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-20620811682570954482011-02-10T10:44:00.002+01:002011-02-10T10:46:28.762+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmW1QUwFcVc/TVOznXsYy9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pDq1N2vzJuE/s1600/juro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571994652943895506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmW1QUwFcVc/TVOznXsYy9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pDq1N2vzJuE/s200/juro.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#000099;">El delito de los que nos engañan no está en el engaño, sino en que ya no nos dejan soñar que no nos engañarán nunca</span> <div align="right"><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Víctor Ruiz Iriarte</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-2062081168257095448?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-44009536951037491232011-02-03T11:58:00.001+01:002011-02-03T12:00:42.546+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/TUqKpbGe_7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/COBc6T1Xdto/s1600/prudencia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569416333451263922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/TUqKpbGe_7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/COBc6T1Xdto/s200/prudencia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">No hables mal del puente hasta no haber cruzado el río</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Proverbio</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4400953695103749123?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-48981831212792222902011-01-14T11:08:00.001+01:002011-01-14T11:10:34.335+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/TTAg9YDND8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/vW_Jfwa8LWE/s1600/untitled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561981778602561474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/TTAg9YDND8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/vW_Jfwa8LWE/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Para los historiadores, los príncipes y los generales son genios; para los soldados siempre son unos cobardes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Leon Tolstoi</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4898183121279222290?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-15310708272801890052010-03-17T08:58:00.000+01:002010-03-17T09:00:06.502+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/S6CL9GS71TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/viPcpf3fVJ0/s1600-h/hipocrates.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449509430896612658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/S6CL9GS71TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/viPcpf3fVJ0/s200/hipocrates.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Ni la sociedad, ni el hombre, ni ninguna otra cosa deben sobrepasar para ser buenos los límites establecidos por la naturaleza</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Hipócrates</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1531070827280189005?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-70795860001733291952009-08-19T12:44:00.000+02:002009-08-19T12:45:37.590+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SovXxGDPyBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ILWE2EYC_3Y/s1600-h/pizarra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371624219007240210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SovXxGDPyBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ILWE2EYC_3Y/s200/pizarra.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Aprender es como remar contra corriente: en cuanto se deja, se retrocede</span></p><br /><p align="right"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Edward Benjamin Britten</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7079586000173329195?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-73350790884845327982009-08-17T14:12:00.001+02:002009-08-17T14:14:00.759+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SolJVlcnCRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/epCMzyaqAQ4/s1600-h/lecc14peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370904665794218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SolJVlcnCRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/epCMzyaqAQ4/s200/lecc14peq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">El primer castigo del culpable es que su conciencia lo juzga y no lo absuelve nunca</span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Juvenal</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7335079088484532798?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-31700333254571982372009-08-14T11:14:00.001+02:002009-08-14T11:16:01.688+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SoUrRIl7XQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iFRhte-oi90/s1600-h/Xfiles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369745704073518338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SoUrRIl7XQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iFRhte-oi90/s200/Xfiles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Los hombres creen gustosamente aquello que se acomoda a sus deseos</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Julio César</em></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-3170033325457198237?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-14613565962493646382009-03-03T11:26:00.002+01:002009-03-03T11:32:50.215+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Sa0F95s2SdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Z_-zVEvn3B4/s1600-h/olivo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308906096758770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Sa0F95s2SdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Z_-zVEvn3B4/s200/olivo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Si no quieres ser desgraciado trata a las catástrofes como a molestias, pero de ninguna manera a las molestias como a catástrofes</span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">André Maurois</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1461356596249364638?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-53257031246554426822009-02-27T09:49:00.004+01:002009-02-27T10:18:14.055+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Saep0DbZKpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/d4BrwDegtYc/s1600-h/vacas.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307397397617912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Saep0DbZKpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/d4BrwDegtYc/s200/vacas.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">La función química del humor es ésta: cambiar el carácter de nuestros pensamientos</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Lin Yutang</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5325703124655442682?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-76530564665913638032009-02-06T09:42:00.001+01:002009-02-06T09:44:04.783+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYv4TIPDR0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/p_JibjNALvE/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299602394043336514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYv4TIPDR0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/p_JibjNALvE/s200/luz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">No pido riquezas, ni esperanzas, ni amor, ni un amigo que me comprenda; todo lo que pido es el cielo sobre mí y un camino a mis pies</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Robert Louis Stevenson</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7653056466591363803?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-32019713824328382572009-02-05T09:10:00.001+01:002009-02-05T09:11:47.055+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYqfOh3dniI/AAAAAAAAAw4/hZXzpnde7ek/s1600-h/gafas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299222983512792610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYqfOh3dniI/AAAAAAAAAw4/hZXzpnde7ek/s200/gafas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">La vida es fascinante. Sólo hay que mirarla a través de las gafas correctas</span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Alejandro Dumas</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-3201971382432838257?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-51935433803097509222009-02-02T11:15:00.002+01:002009-02-02T11:18:58.015+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYbIOcCb5dI/AAAAAAAAAwg/5EGrDxudh1k/s1600-h/trebol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298142162018100690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SYbIOcCb5dI/AAAAAAAAAwg/5EGrDxudh1k/s200/trebol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">La suerte no es más que la habilidad de aprovechar las ocasiones favorables</span></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Orison Swett Marden</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5193543380309750922?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-90266206845946927882008-12-24T12:42:00.002+01:002008-12-24T12:49:41.468+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SVIgiWeNIkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/G0EmK79P4hM/s1600-h/alas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321087378924098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SVIgiWeNIkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/G0EmK79P4hM/s200/alas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;">Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas</span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">P. Neruda</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-9026620684594692788?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-87688751181662445422008-11-28T11:58:00.002+01:002008-11-28T11:59:03.715+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SS_O72CJJdI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UEMkSbAHBWQ/s1600-h/ciruelo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273661216186246610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SS_O72CJJdI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UEMkSbAHBWQ/s200/ciruelo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;">Al que la corta le otorga su perfume la flor del ciruelo</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Kaga No Chiyo</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8768875118166244542?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-73260324742695244832008-11-18T14:10:00.003+01:002008-11-18T14:15:20.640+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SSK-9w4j--I/AAAAAAAAAjE/UG3KuXLQDm8/s1600-h/bastón.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269984482280340450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SSK-9w4j--I/AAAAAAAAAjE/UG3KuXLQDm8/s200/bast%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">El tiempo es el mejor autor: siempre encuentra un final perfecto</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Charles Chaplin</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7326032474269524483?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-82099015283157849212008-11-12T09:02:00.001+01:002008-11-12T09:05:24.527+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SRqOB2AlEFI/AAAAAAAAAic/kOTtZWbn1AI/s1600-h/einstein_yoyo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267678876492173394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SRqOB2AlEFI/AAAAAAAAAic/kOTtZWbn1AI/s200/einstein_yoyo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;">Intenta no volverte un hombre de éxito, sino volverte un hombre de valor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"></span> </div><div align="right"><em>Albert Einstein</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8209901528315784921?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-7263347028782996492008-10-28T13:12:00.000+01:002008-10-28T13:14:33.754+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SQcB8O0Fy_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/MN8fIlPwuNs/s1600-h/termometro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262176823886072818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SQcB8O0Fy_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/MN8fIlPwuNs/s200/termometro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">La enfermedad del ignorante es ignorar su propia ignorancia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Amos Bronson Alcott</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-726334702878299649?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-22692172468249928332008-07-11T12:52:00.003+02:002008-07-11T13:32:25.591+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SHc8Gqmn1PI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Ndd2AX4QSKw/s1600-h/vitruvio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221708378172544242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SHc8Gqmn1PI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Ndd2AX4QSKw/s200/vitruvio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;">La naturaleza benigna provee de manera que en cualquier parte halles algo que aprender</span></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em>Leonardo Da Vinci</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-2269217246824992833?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-47913336782487656482008-05-08T17:42:00.000+02:002008-05-08T17:43:45.021+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SCMfgFCsbII/AAAAAAAAAhM/9GxYmavJntA/s1600-h/mariposas2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198033030885436546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SCMfgFCsbII/AAAAAAAAAhM/9GxYmavJntA/s200/mariposas2.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">El insulto deshonra a quien lo infiere, no a quien lo recibe</span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;">Diógenes de Sínope</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4791333678248765648?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-3214348547545439192008-04-21T12:39:00.002+02:002008-04-21T12:44:42.379+02:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SAxvNwoUU5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/sbVj9A4UNoU/s1600-h/trigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191646752634327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SAxvNwoUU5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/sbVj9A4UNoU/s200/trigo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><font face="lucida grande" color="#000099">El pesimista se queja del viento; el optimista espera que cambie; el realista ajusta las velas</font></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><font color="#000099"></font></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>W.G. Ward</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-321434854754543919?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-57715442995241414392008-04-16T10:32:00.002+02:002008-04-16T10:38:00.338+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SAW52DFEgxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wGWnzM2eZmc/s1600-h/espÃ&shy;ritu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189758483805012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/SAW52DFEgxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wGWnzM2eZmc/s200/esp%C3%ADritu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Un espíritu ávido llega a encontrar alimento en una tierra árida</span></p><p align="right"><em><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">J</span>acob Wasserman</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5771544299524141439?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-53737193296580036202008-04-10T17:39:00.002+02:002008-04-10T17:40:11.925+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R_401S6lReI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4vEBEQ35lA/s1600-h/tristan_soberbia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187641910992651746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R_401S6lReI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4vEBEQ35lA/s200/tristan_soberbia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">La soberbia no es grandeza sino hinchazón; y lo que está hinchado parece grande pero no está sano</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;">San Agustín</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5373719329658003620?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-53242375870456186172008-04-03T17:55:00.000+02:002008-04-03T17:56:43.135+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R_T-NWZCUTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/M2wgdIwyFHo/s1600-h/llave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185048576312627506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R_T-NWZCUTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/M2wgdIwyFHo/s200/llave.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;">No es sabio el que sabe donde está el tesoro, sino el que trabaja y lo saca</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5324237587045618617?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-79005509385299882982008-03-28T12:16:00.001+01:002008-03-28T12:19:24.273+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-zTx2ZCUOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w16FfY6G-7o/s1600-h/fresa-choco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182750124564173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-zTx2ZCUOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w16FfY6G-7o/s200/fresa-choco.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">La mejor manera de librarse de la tentación es caer en ella</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Oscar Wilde</span></em></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7900550938529988298?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-39452465224519406342008-03-24T13:51:00.001+01:002008-03-24T13:53:53.324+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-ekI2ZCUII/AAAAAAAAAdc/q_gCNi1eWqg/s1600-h/dadohielo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181290368259477634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-ekI2ZCUII/AAAAAAAAAdc/q_gCNi1eWqg/s200/dadohielo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"> El momento elegido por el azar vale siempre más que el momento elegido por nosotros mismos</span></div><p align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Proverbio chino</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-3945246522451940634?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-21494640922279031902008-03-19T11:06:00.001+01:002008-03-19T11:08:45.834+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-DmJIV1mVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1_RX-U7KJPY/s1600-h/urna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179392616008358226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R-DmJIV1mVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1_RX-U7KJPY/s200/urna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Si los ciudadanos practicasen entre sí la amistad, no tendrían necesidad de la justicia</span></div><br /><div align="right"><br /><em>Aristóteles</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-2149464092227903190?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-52986864853525740342008-02-15T13:52:00.001+01:002008-02-15T13:54:13.614+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R7WLbCPDEjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WSN--ONPj-c/s1600-h/rosada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167189444050227762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/R7WLbCPDEjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WSN--ONPj-c/s200/rosada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Si los ciudadanos practicasen entre sí la amistad, no tendrían necesidad de la justicia</span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Aristoteles</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5298686485352574034?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-48910878134781014272007-12-21T13:37:00.000+01:002007-12-21T13:42:19.088+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RyiEz1GcVaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e3EXZ3AIjkI/s1600-h/rosada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127494201723606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RyiEz1GcVaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e3EXZ3AIjkI/s200/rosada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><strong>¡Qué pequeñas son mis manos en relación con todo lo que la vida ha querido darme!</strong></span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><em><span style="color:#666666;">Ramón J. Sender</span></em></p></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4891087813478101427?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-89843713920601405642007-10-31T14:31:00.000+01:002007-10-31T14:35:33.867+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RyiEhFGcVZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1lXobjXfBBk/s1600-h/mariposa.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127493879601059218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RyiEhFGcVZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1lXobjXfBBk/s200/mariposa.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>El pasado es un prólogo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Shakespeare</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8984371392060140564?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-84481066752491137062007-09-28T10:52:00.000+02:002007-09-28T10:57:51.213+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RvzBzvMl9dI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FGeZxZS3SXU/s1600-h/limite.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115176371372815826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RvzBzvMl9dI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FGeZxZS3SXU/s400/limite.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;">La tontería es infinitamente más fascinante que la inteligencia. La inteligencia tiene sus límites, la tontería no</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="right"><em>Claude Chabrol</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8448106675249113706?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-42553054812304427312007-09-17T12:55:00.000+02:002007-09-17T13:49:06.201+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Ru5dkD93P9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/lJzp0kQv4HQ/s1600-h/moras2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111125501233545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Ru5dkD93P9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/lJzp0kQv4HQ/s200/moras2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;">Los placeres son como los alimentos: los más simples</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;">son aquellos que menos cansan</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><em>Joseph Sanial_Dubay</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4255305481230442731?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-41325107646032938942007-09-12T13:18:00.000+02:002007-09-12T13:23:03.153+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RufL0T93P6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/lNh6DCI_jPA/s1600-h/paraiso.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109276401848500130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RufL0T93P6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/lNh6DCI_jPA/s200/paraiso.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">La memoria es el único paraiso del que no podemos ser expulsados</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000066;">Jean Paul</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4132510764603293894?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-41341005443601294182007-07-24T12:48:00.000+02:002007-07-24T12:52:52.455+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Valor es lo que se necesita para levantarse y hablar; pero también es lo que se requiere para sentarse y escuchar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>Winston Churchill</em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090713915249126818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RqXZVYuP7aI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BggaOD8AzPQ/s200/butaca.gif" border="0" /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4134100544360129418?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-12463591352080481202007-07-20T13:16:00.000+02:002007-07-20T13:19:22.019+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;">El miedo es mi compañero más fiel, jamás me ha engañado para irse con otro</span></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Woody Allen</em></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RqCZpfARMMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bUc2nOHx_7U/s1600-h/Oscuridad_y_terror.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089236516904972482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RqCZpfARMMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bUc2nOHx_7U/s200/Oscuridad_y_terror.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1246359135208048120?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-73746833241943503372007-06-05T11:28:00.000+02:002007-06-05T11:32:48.086+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RmUtqEOIymI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g9m73Ghp7CU/s1600-h/arcoiris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072510756013525602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RmUtqEOIymI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g9m73Ghp7CU/s200/arcoiris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">No perdais una hora porque no estais seguros de un minuto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em>B. Franklin</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7374683324194350337?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-1927444051110067802007-05-10T13:55:00.000+02:002007-05-10T13:57:23.733+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RkMImtyCzcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X_MGaJvvA9o/s1600-h/Derrota.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899867312115138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RkMImtyCzcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X_MGaJvvA9o/s200/Derrota.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">La victoria tiene un centenar de padres, pero la derrota es huérfana</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;">J.F.K.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-192744405111006780?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-47096817114162894312007-04-26T15:32:00.000+02:002007-04-26T15:34:42.703+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RjCqVdyCzaI/AAAAAAAAATo/pDHA9PVevPA/s1600-h/relojarenais.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057729667285568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RjCqVdyCzaI/AAAAAAAAATo/pDHA9PVevPA/s200/relojarenais.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Cuando no tenemos nada más precioso que el tiempo, no hay mayor generosidad que perderlo sin tenerlo en cuenta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Marcel Jouhandeau</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4709681711416289431?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-84846155725485309352007-04-18T15:35:00.000+02:002007-04-18T15:38:05.256+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RiYfJxcxEHI/AAAAAAAAATI/IHXoI94ByHI/s1600-h/Mascara.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054761884523237490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RiYfJxcxEHI/AAAAAAAAATI/IHXoI94ByHI/s200/Mascara.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">La intención de no engañar nunca, nos expone a ser engañados muchas veces</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Rochefoucauld</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8484615572548530935?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-11737667975369330742007-04-16T14:58:00.000+02:002007-04-16T15:00:53.776+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RiNzbry6daI/AAAAAAAAASg/GlMZcI-HsTk/s1600-h/letras.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054010126289761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RiNzbry6daI/AAAAAAAAASg/GlMZcI-HsTk/s200/letras.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Como flores hermosas, con olor, pero sin aroma, son las dulces palabras para el que no obra de acuerdo con ellas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Buda</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1173766797536933074?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-67080929285506311452007-03-13T09:35:00.000+01:002007-03-13T09:39:34.859+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">La violencia es el miedo a los ideales de los demás</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mahatma Gandhi</span></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041325853234518178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RfZjJ0cJWKI/AAAAAAAAARc/JRYq8MASJtA/s200/nenufar.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-6708092928550631145?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-50358344158615498632007-03-01T14:51:00.000+01:002007-03-01T14:54:19.877+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"> A veces, unos puntos suspensivos a tiempo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">resultan más profundos que un verso archipensado</span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Gabriel Celaya</em></span></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Rebai38V-7I/AAAAAAAAARA/_qOQ79wW9yw/s1600-h/silencio-naturalieza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036953525927934898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Rebai38V-7I/AAAAAAAAARA/_qOQ79wW9yw/s200/silencio-naturalieza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-5035834415861549863?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-42988715699082469062007-02-21T16:28:00.000+01:002007-02-21T16:32:32.861+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">La vida de todo hombre es como una comida, lleva el sabor que le da su cocinero</span></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em>Alicia Araujo</em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034010574093456546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Rdxl8iBmlKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/o7hEswbRJI0/s200/cerezas.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-4298871569908246906?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-81574699199223001862007-02-13T16:02:00.000+01:002007-02-06T09:11:18.876+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;">La experiencia no es lo que te sucede, si no lo que hacen con lo que te sucede</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Aldoux Huxley</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><em></em></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031035020230026770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RdHTsgFcZhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_C1Z_D21hOs/s200/gota_sepia.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><em></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-8157469919922300186?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-28247414835961539542007-01-31T15:48:00.000+01:002007-01-31T15:51:04.210+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RcCskIdpX5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/D9iU-66IpK4/s1600-h/velaamarela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026206920892571538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RcCskIdpX5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/D9iU-66IpK4/s200/velaamarela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Hay dos maneras de difundir la luz... ser la lámpara que la emite, o el espejo que la refleja</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Yutang</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-2824741483596153954?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-61020265802642543302007-01-16T12:21:00.000+01:002007-01-16T12:22:49.913+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Ray1cEbGZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AYr6GJRAyCI/s1600-h/BALANZA2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020587178439632434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/Ray1cEbGZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AYr6GJRAyCI/s200/BALANZA2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Para enseñar a los demás, primero has de hacer tú algo muy duro: enderezarte tú mismo</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Buda</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-6102026580264254330?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-62623137100146270092007-01-11T15:23:00.000+01:002007-01-11T15:25:58.876+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RaZIvEbGZeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YFgyW6Ghds8/s1600-h/Arbol-de-noche-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018778808229455330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RaZIvEbGZeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YFgyW6Ghds8/s200/Arbol-de-noche-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;">La paciencia es un árbol de raíces amargas, pero de frutos muy dulces</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Proverbio Persa</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-6262313710014627009?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-78137234298120724112007-01-08T15:36:00.000+01:002007-01-08T15:37:33.297+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RaJW6QEf74I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wTNTCl5Zz8M/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017668493590392706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RaJW6QEf74I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wTNTCl5Zz8M/s200/silencio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">El silencio es el ruido más fuerte, quizá el más fuerte de los ruidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Miles Davis</span></em></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-7813723429812072411?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-12152618241407339932007-01-04T12:33:00.000+01:002007-01-04T12:34:58.636+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RZzmSBF_fvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vGtBDvZCXdo/s1600-h/margarita.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016137282189491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RZzmSBF_fvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vGtBDvZCXdo/s200/margarita.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Estando dispuestos a ser felices, es inevitable no serlo alguna vez</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#333399;">Blaise Pascal</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1215261824140733993?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-17212213577652833142007-01-02T13:26:00.000+01:002007-01-02T13:29:46.864+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RZpQJBF_frI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PMlhFzQIp14/s1600-h/nota_musical.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015409250873081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RZpQJBF_frI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PMlhFzQIp14/s200/nota_musical.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Las cosas más bellas y mejores en el mundo no pueden verse ni tocarse pero se sienten en el corazón</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Hellen Adams Keller</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-1721221357765283314?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-31009708398350135752006-12-20T14:15:00.000+01:002006-12-20T14:20:02.442+01:00<div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#000099;">Sé bien y lo saben cada una de mis hermanas, que lo que realizamos es menos que una gota en el océano. Pero si la gota le faltase, el océano carecería de algo.<br /></div></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><div> </div><div align="right"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Teresa de Calcuta</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010597920464654930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RYk4QumbUlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CcF-xfkP6TE/s200/Gota.gif" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RYk4J-mbUkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fhSOGq1w2go/s1600-h/Gota.gif"></a></p></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXEvxJeHe74/RYk4J-mbUkI/AAAAAAAAABI/fhSOGq1w2go/s1600-h/Gota.gif"></a></div></span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-3100970839835013575?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-1165846339333528782006-12-11T15:03:00.000+01:002006-12-11T15:13:41.076+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/3934/1600/40344/ajedrez.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/3934/320/883876/ajedrez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">Entre dos explicaciones, elige la más clara; entre dos formas, la más elemental; entre dos expresiones, la más breve. </span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><em>Eugent D'ors</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-116584633933352878?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37824616.post-1164792746045919472006-11-29T10:28:00.000+01:002006-12-12T23:29:11.856+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/3934/1600/260869/hindu.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/3934/320/326863/hindu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">¿Hasta cuando vas a seguir creyendo que la felicidad </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">no es más que uno de los juegos de la ilusión?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Julio Cortázar </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" FlashVars="id=0&filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fcioccocuore.altervista.org%2FRadio_blog2.2%2Fsounds%2FNoa%20-%20Beautiful%20that%20way.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#3366CC;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37824616-116479274604591947?l=reflexionesdecelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01514265165492601695noreply@blogger.com1