tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73299116242177279362011-09-14T12:58:14.275-07:00Frases sueltas y sin demasiado sentidoAna Wunoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-9055461012848427162007-06-06T10:27:00.000-07:002007-06-06T10:28:20.576-07:00Las cosas se sostienen sobre edificios de hielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-905546101284842716?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-90270040638775142682007-06-05T18:06:00.000-07:002008-04-06T10:45:21.896-07:00Él quería aprender francés para poder leer "Las flores del mal". Yo sólo quería poder cantar "La vie en rose" sin parecer gangosa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-9027004063877514268?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-22844724300056635462007-06-05T18:03:00.000-07:002007-06-05T18:04:40.134-07:00La necesidad de ver tu nombre escrito en un papel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-2284472430005663546?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-11491419404599649922007-06-05T12:45:00.004-07:002007-06-06T10:28:53.349-07:00<div align="center">montaigne montaigne montaigne</div><div align="center">rimbaud</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-1149141940459964992?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-73329973556726691932007-06-05T12:45:00.001-07:002007-06-05T12:45:15.920-07:00A veces "suficiente" no es suficiente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-7332997355672669193?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-38719730469461333902007-06-05T12:44:00.001-07:002007-06-05T12:44:52.663-07:00Los salmones no son hombres.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-3871973046946133390?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-47347170208638111712007-06-05T12:42:00.001-07:002008-04-06T10:45:42.204-07:00Hay días en los que siento que tengo siete dedos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-4734717020863811171?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-2514977639827116942007-06-05T12:41:00.002-07:002007-06-05T12:42:41.126-07:00Hay un tiempo para el recorrido, un tiempo para el reflejo y un tiempo para el relieve.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-251497763982711694?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-31384509739183280712007-06-05T12:41:00.001-07:002007-06-05T12:41:26.751-07:00¿Te importaría hablar de la importancia del hábito?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-3138450973918328071?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-79772307278128876592007-06-05T12:34:00.001-07:002007-06-05T12:34:42.686-07:00zvzvzhzhhz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-7977230727812887659?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329911624217727936.post-69572352861501541312007-06-05T12:33:00.001-07:002008-04-06T10:46:00.461-07:00Oído al pasar en la sala de espera de un consultorio: "Mamá, ¿existe lo invisible?".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329911624217727936-6957235286150154131?l=zanfonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Wunoreply@blogger.com