tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80886625938080982562011-07-08T18:31:24.140+02:00PURA VIDAVeo, pienso, siento, vivo...Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-23320523195752091722010-10-01T10:35:00.003+02:002010-10-01T10:36:44.133+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKWc8Zl0AzI/AAAAAAAAABo/8520LkAFCrI/s1600/Annex%2520-%2520Stevens,%2520Stella%2520(Nutty%2520Professor,%2520The)_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKWc8Zl0AzI/AAAAAAAAABo/8520LkAFCrI/s200/Annex%2520-%2520Stevens,%2520Stella%2520(Nutty%2520Professor,%2520The)_01.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Jerry Lewis: "Cuando uno es genial y lo sabe, como es mi caso, no hay que andarse con rodeos, nena. ¿A que estás loca por mí?"</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Stella Stevens: "Siempre he dicho que amarse a sí mismo es el comienzo de un amor que dura toda la vida. Estoy segura de que serás muy feliz contigo mismo".</strong> </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>El profesor chiflado - The Nutty professor 1963</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-2332052319575209172?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-91870152188955032792010-09-30T13:51:00.007+02:002010-09-30T13:55:11.378+02:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKR5KAccPfI/AAAAAAAAABk/-NpM2rWcE00/s1600/hierbas-mallorquinas-tolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="108" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKR5KAccPfI/AAAAAAAAABk/-NpM2rWcE00/s200/hierbas-mallorquinas-tolo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Cuentan de un sabio que un día <br />tan pobre y mísero estaba, <br />que sólo se sustentaba <br />de unas hierbas que cogía.<br />¿Habrá otro, entre sí decía, <br />más pobre y triste que yo?; <br />y cuando el rostro volvió</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>halló la respuesta, viendo<br /> que otro sabio iba cogiendo<br /> las hierbas que él arrojó.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em> Calderón de la Barca - La vida es sueño</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-9187015218895503279?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-82213209431683995072010-09-29T12:56:00.001+02:002010-09-29T12:56:55.020+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKMbOsI6EaI/AAAAAAAAABg/kxX9ws6u8bI/s1600/libertad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKMbOsI6EaI/AAAAAAAAABg/kxX9ws6u8bI/s200/libertad.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>La libertad es un lujo que no todos pueden </strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>permitirse.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Otto Von Bismarck</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-8221320943168399507?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-61031552329301185812010-09-28T15:42:00.002+02:002010-09-28T15:43:18.471+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKHwmUY_LiI/AAAAAAAAABc/POP1GHeWrec/s1600/crossing-the-finish-line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKHwmUY_LiI/AAAAAAAAABc/POP1GHeWrec/s200/crossing-the-finish-line.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>¿Qué es lo que hace hombre al hombre? ¿Sus orígenes, la forma en la que llega al mundo? Yo creo que no, son las decisiones que toma. No es como empieza algo sino como decide acabarlo. </strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>John Myers - Hellboy</em> </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-6103155232930118581?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-72790716723032014632010-09-27T10:12:00.002+02:002010-09-28T00:10:42.385+02:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKBTcj50IuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZWXL7IKjq9M/s1600/Eyes_Wide_Open_1280x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 114px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 245px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><img border="0" height="125" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKBTcj50IuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZWXL7IKjq9M/s200/Eyes_Wide_Open_1280x800.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mi vida entera ha sido mirar para delante. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Atrás no es mi jurisdicción. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Me declaro incompetente.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Irene - El secreto de sus ojos</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-7279071672303201463?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088662593808098256.post-5168842220876495962010-09-26T22:56:00.001+02:002010-09-27T17:39:28.773+02:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKBVtIenNrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/t2nkNkQFKqg/s1600/Miradas_carpeta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umempETyXHk/TKBVtIenNrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/t2nkNkQFKqg/s200/Miradas_carpeta1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">¿Y si con sólo mirarte pudiera desvelar tus secretos más profundos?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">¿Y si con sólo mirarte pudiera sentir con tu corazón?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">¿Y si en sólo un instante fuera posible saber exactamente quiénes somos el uno para el otro?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Albert Espinosa - Todo lo que podríamos haber sido tú y yo si no fuéramos tú y yo</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088662593808098256-516884222087649596?l=nujack.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nujackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797131731565542541noreply@blogger.com0