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Altair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584154674033773786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3-jEbBNsLw4/R9fPDNHrFkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kybvUE_LvQY/S220/mujeres_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-3573817617804485072</id><published>2012-01-15T17:52:40.486+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:52:40.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una recta es un sueño raramente cumplido.</title><content type='html'>Una recta es un sueño raramente cumplido.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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las recetas para nosotros existen....
Todo t...</title><content type='html'>Sí...&lt;br /&gt;las recetas para nosotros existen....&lt;br /&gt;Todo tiene y lleva un orden especial y en ese orden tan especial cada ser viviente, sea piedra, planta, flor, abeja, ser humano, agua, aire, tierra, fuego, aúnque sea inconsciente en un príncipio siguen unas universales recetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;Un beso.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3088862499298633976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3088862499298633976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326628750653#c3088862499298633976' title=''/><author><name>Olga i Carles (http://bellesaharmonia.blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745164006381702163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18086737341480914344'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr3BtzBWJXQ/TosvUW9MP4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dMEtJzeUo5U/s220/Apophysis-110716-416.png'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-7330465'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1956802991035141232</id><published>2012-01-12T22:53:42.486+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:53:42.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga Estrella; claro que hay lineas rectas; las c...</title><content type='html'>Amiga Estrella; claro que hay lineas rectas; las curvas no van a ninguna parte. ¿Has observado al sol?, solo existe una recta entre él y tú. ¿Has mirado al cielo, a una estrella?, solo existe otra recta entre ella y tú. Y cuando nos miramos de cerca, la recta que nos aproxima se reduce a un punto. La recta en sí solo es una sucesión de puntos orientados a otro punto que siempre es el mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Querida amiga, un abrazo en línea recta.&lt;br /&gt;Jecego.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1956802991035141232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1956802991035141232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326405222486#c1956802991035141232' title=''/><author><name>Isidro Jesus Cedrés González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619276482837253775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15808533099155423054'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nJ0Ea5QBI4/SrX5k79ssHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0udAQBSpdfM/S220/Estrella+fugaz.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-158692955'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1539777695980487476</id><published>2012-01-12T20:38:21.705+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:38:21.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vez pude ver una aguja por el microscopio... ¿...</title><content type='html'>Una vez pude ver una aguja por el microscopio... ¿recta??? no sé que decirte... el horizonte en el mar parece recto, pero... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que entonces... ¿para qué sirven las reglas??? ¿para que las confirmen las excepciones???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, que dificil lo pones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bonita decoración la de tu casa, pero para serte sincero creo que alguna me ha gustado más... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso sin rodeos (recto???)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1539777695980487476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1539777695980487476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326397101705#c1539777695980487476' title=''/><author><name>El búho rojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192886339258757816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15496982912694742066'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1060479142'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-6005925627533908111</id><published>2012-01-12T20:31:28.850+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:31:28.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo! La pregunta se las trae. Digo yo que rectas ha...</title><content type='html'>Jo! La pregunta se las trae. Digo yo que rectas habrá en la naturaleza, que siendo tan sabia como es, seguro que las incluye en su amplio repertorio de conocimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bss.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/6005925627533908111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/6005925627533908111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326396688850#c6005925627533908111' title=''/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15721463243262740741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07359076941218370901'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYjNGLG-BsE/SXWSwCm51BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JEp8BcnxGEI/S220/monsuln.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-386284077'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-8449442293416938508</id><published>2012-01-12T17:01:27.153+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:01:27.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las rectas no existen: entre dos puntos infinitame...</title><content type='html'>Las rectas no existen: entre dos puntos infinitamente próximos de una recta, caben infinitos puntos... ¿Cómo puede existir algo así? ¿existimos de verdad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso,</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/8449442293416938508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/8449442293416938508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326384087153#c8449442293416938508' title=''/><author><name>Alice vio la luna...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12372478352404172959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10064283476960460673'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KlRXINraobE/Tn92IS-jNqI/AAAAAAAABJ4/OQiBNiJgwqg/s220/Aran%2B280108.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-158489173'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1182157449045378285</id><published>2012-01-12T16:40:15.665+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:40:15.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las rectas existen para formar los ángulos, la int...</title><content type='html'>Las rectas existen para formar los ángulos, la intersección, sin ellas no se podría flechar el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy buena entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos alados, Altaír.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1182157449045378285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1182157449045378285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326382815665#c1182157449045378285' title=''/><author><name>Diana Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380302125259810881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03854768495940165523'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FwLB1bJkDg/TsvuCjLGtcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sTaMzr8eJ3E/s220/0Diana00.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1143840731'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1424422057213989004</id><published>2012-01-12T16:24:21.452+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:24:21.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingeniosa tu entrada realmente!
 Que por cierto me...</title><content type='html'>Ingeniosa tu entrada realmente!&lt;br /&gt; Que por cierto me encanta por su belleza en la expresiòn de tus letras!&lt;br /&gt;  Coincido contigo. &lt;br /&gt;    Las rectas seràn para su utilidad pràctica en la ciencia etc.&lt;br /&gt;      Yo soy todo corazòn, me encantan las flores,el flirteo de las miradas y el producto de un beso de amor, cuya onda expansiva sea donde sea que vayas permanece grabado en tu corazòn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   /Cariños y un abrazo directo, pero redondo para que pueda abrazar...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1424422057213989004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1424422057213989004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326381861452#c1424422057213989004' title=''/><author><name>Francisco Josè Lazo Melhado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15504362025867276868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6CLxZxvxnc/Tw2bKeI-clI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PPAOI2d7mIQ/s220/Snapshot_20120104_11.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-722095863'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-3992274619121137979</id><published>2012-01-12T15:54:34.748+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:54:34.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy de acuerdo contigo, en el corazón no.... y b...</title><content type='html'>Estoy de acuerdo contigo, en el corazón no.... y bien que lo siento. Bs.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3992274619121137979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3992274619121137979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326380074748#c3992274619121137979' title=''/><author><name>emejota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009487061687299512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07970919069928054511'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnBs1FBzCls/Tws7YsvJj_I/AAAAAAAAtis/VF3sj9NrsM4/s220/proxima%2Bfoto%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1064239782'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-3638716594704721728</id><published>2012-01-12T15:01:29.632+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:01:29.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo depende de donde estes, de donde lo veas... h...</title><content type='html'>Todo depende de donde estes, de donde lo veas... hacia donde vayas...&lt;br /&gt;bonita entrada..&lt;br /&gt;un abrazo!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3638716594704721728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/3638716594704721728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326376889632#c3638716594704721728' title=''/><author><name>Y Otros Paisajes..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389937657156394619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ham2Xta4QkA/TrbRvOvkMgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oumbT9i687U/s220/alejandrokk.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-810549610'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-8200454782138209525</id><published>2012-01-12T13:23:27.633+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:23:27.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pues no, en la realidad no existen las rectas pero...</title><content type='html'>Pues no, en la realidad no existen las rectas pero dejando eso aparte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el caminar por la vida, lo hiciésemos por un camino recto sería muy aburrido .&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/8200454782138209525'/><link rel='self' 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source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1869893373'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5405901177336162939</id><published>2012-01-12T12:44:04.784+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:44:04.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Claro que existen,el problema es cuando las torcem...</title><content type='html'>Claro que existen,el problema es cuando las torcemos y curvamos nosotros,sea para escaparse o esconderse de la pura realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Yo si que no daria ni una sola curva e iria a Castilla a verte sin trazar ni una duda en mi trayectoria,lo sabes ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;Jajaja,mil besos guapa.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/5405901177336162939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/5405901177336162939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326368644784#c5405901177336162939' title=''/><author><name>ATTICUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10537919121262213922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17892007749596525053'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvUmBXZq4U8/TALLxniFHZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1_j-W4Xq0UE/S220/15122009.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1131224612'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-955614988077082625</id><published>2012-01-12T10:40:01.986+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:40:01.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No he sido yo nunca de rectas mi querida Estrella,...</title><content type='html'>No he sido yo nunca de rectas mi querida Estrella, me encanta el zizageo y cuando me emto en el bosque ....allí nada es recto....y es perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi abrazotedecisivo lleno de cariño y te disculpo el despiste que tienes últimamente conmigo jajajaja.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/955614988077082625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/955614988077082625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326361201986#c955614988077082625' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10969434378959107369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05107933174300021167'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKxQhCDb28o/Th3LejADShI/AAAAAAAAFss/23A83d6B5SE/s220/Bod%25C3%25B3n%2B080arreglada.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1197682903'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1363811066274126623</id><published>2012-01-12T05:22:06.063+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:22:06.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para mì, sì existen las rectas.. Cuando amas y ere...</title><content type='html'>Para mì, sì existen las rectas.. Cuando amas y eres plenamente correspondida estas conectado en lìnea recta directo al corazòn de la persona amada..mm..aunque estoy de acuerdo que en el cuerpo de la mujer no hay rectas amiga...puuuras curvas..jajaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besitos.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1363811066274126623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1363811066274126623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326342126063#c1363811066274126623' title=''/><author><name>Diazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851144296986111457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02060957269314671820'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWUO96lTCeo/TwSVrrUVCvI/AAAAAAAAAas/UpglBqmkuag/s220/dd.bmp'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1669514168'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-7408345733195610044</id><published>2012-01-12T02:45:29.375+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:45:29.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por lo menos en el cuerpo de una mujer, y afortuna...</title><content type='html'>Por lo menos en el cuerpo de una mujer, y afortunadamente, no existen. Como no existen en tus letras que llevan melodías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me place saludarte desde Barranquilla e invitarte a mi Galería de letras. Allí nada es recto.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/7408345733195610044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/7408345733195610044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326332729375#c7408345733195610044' title=''/><author><name>Galería de Letras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417677794812997201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03449960418468803889'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf_ytQDgopU/TqxvwyXCjSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ciVFOnWx4hw/s220/Wallpaper-erotico-977530.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-625986820'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1226550232971510918</id><published>2012-01-12T01:12:54.021+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:12:54.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uahhh, yo lo que quiero son atajos...porque estoy ...</title><content type='html'>Uahhh, yo lo que quiero son atajos...porque estoy cansada de rodeos, curvas...jeje, pero nada, es lo que hay...¿donde esta ese atajo que me lleva directa a lo que deseo, siento, pienso???, por favor si puede ser recto que vea si el objetivo es!!...pero nada de nada...todo son formas imperceptibles o definidas sin rectas, cuestionables, posibles o no...todo relativo...uahhhhh, pero también tiene su aquel ;-)))). Un abrazo Altair, no me conecto demasiado, pero siempre es un placer leer tus pensamientos!!&lt;br /&gt;Mel</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1226550232971510918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1226550232971510918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326327174021#c1226550232971510918' title=''/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765293718805882330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18132104269875721129'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu4FsMbo0Z0/TMonXddJ-6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/EmtklMMq_as/S220/2a194ffe.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-966148547'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5825519393291988006</id><published>2012-01-12T00:18:06.746+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:18:06.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo tampoco veo rectas, ni en la naturaleza, ni en ...</title><content type='html'>Yo tampoco veo rectas, ni en la naturaleza, ni en los sentimientos...&lt;br /&gt;Son muy aburridas ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Besos. María</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/5825519393291988006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/5825519393291988006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326323886746#c5825519393291988006' title=''/><author><name>María Bote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17998365537620816301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09591226756648366664'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUgNUpibN1U/TvnDafjBwyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nRb3lQ3-2RQ/s220/DSC01563.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-795379130'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-6017054014197722278</id><published>2012-01-11T23:54:07.220+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:54:07.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>que complicaciones te buscas....

¿Existe el negro...</title><content type='html'>que complicaciones te buscas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Existe el negro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beso</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/6017054014197722278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/6017054014197722278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326322447220#c6017054014197722278' title=''/><author><name>Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131905816932273285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11919787807929418822'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrm08bPjxfE/TgPFyEGrK3I/AAAAAAAAADw/5vKDtzNne14/s220/yo_%2526%2Berik.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2099922169'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-774675901535513758</id><published>2012-01-11T23:29:53.156+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:29:53.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrella Altair...si no existirìan las rectas que ...</title><content type='html'>Estrella Altair...si no existirìan las rectas que largos y aburridos han de ser los caminos de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; un beso de otra estrella</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/774675901535513758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/774675901535513758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326320993156#c774675901535513758' title=''/><author><name>Doris Dolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402244804384790104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15665922520056120139'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwJTgRMz_Ow/TmEXu9QKbZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/l-5V3sd3lr0/s220/y1mBrFm1xEq0-y7rziAMDF-MddEEIZkax0S8rfhciEaJtkahC8T1UJ_%2B%2BDORIS%2BDOLLY.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-196143591'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-8232437663234957500</id><published>2012-01-11T22:20:12.741+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:20:12.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creo que no existen o al menos para mí todo se me ...</title><content type='html'>Creo que no existen o al menos para mí todo se me convierte en curvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/8232437663234957500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/8232437663234957500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326316812741#c8232437663234957500' title=''/><author><name>MAYTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535194805765277459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13638493379416298114'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tt0lRHcXlbk/SUEWi88zRiI/AAAAAAAABV4/vR9NM4hj5yU/S220/20070125104120-ojo.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-889783866'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5787384261411332705</id><published>2012-01-11T20:47:05.144+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:47:05.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VENHO LHE VISITAR E PRESTIGIAR O TEU ARTIGO, SEMPR...</title><content type='html'>VENHO LHE VISITAR E PRESTIGIAR O TEU ARTIGO, SEMPRE ESTAREI MARCANDO PRESENÇA NESTE TEU ESPAÇO E SEMPRE SERÁS BEM VINDA NO MEU, PARA EXPOR IDÉIAS, OPINIÕES E SUGESTÕES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDE ABRAÇO&lt;br /&gt;TENHA UMA TARDE MARAVILHOSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUNO</content><link 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ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-696432489'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-2570538151268268318</id><published>2012-01-11T20:25:33.861+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:25:33.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos los días miro al cielo y muchos encuentro la...</title><content type='html'>Todos los días miro al cielo y muchos encuentro las estelas de los aviones que vuelan marcando el cielo con sus pinturas de nubes, serán curvas pero yo las veo rectas.&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo fuerte amiga, desde mi Liubrillo.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/2570538151268268318'/><link 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ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2057269708'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-9205287786541013163</id><published>2012-01-11T18:38:56.419+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:38:56.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Altair me has dejado sin palabras a ver que di...</title><content type='html'>Hay Altair me has dejado sin palabras a ver que digo yo..&lt;br /&gt;bueno pues para mi todo lo que sale del corazón de verdad tiene que ser recto o si no ya no encuentro nada mas..&lt;br /&gt;que ingeniosa eres cielo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchos Besos y Sonrisas desde mi corazón al tuyo en linea recta..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/9205287786541013163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/9205287786541013163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326303536419#c9205287786541013163' title=''/><author><name>Miluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131936232023095301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09257863644084291065'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhpylXUYvCY/TiXaggO0kHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d9-NDUXJn9k/s220/230388_143942489011357_100001868205238_287457_5673000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1342577955'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-7878046323724962311</id><published>2012-01-11T17:56:38.014+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:56:38.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo estoy convencido de que no existen. Las rectas ...</title><content type='html'>Yo estoy convencido de que no existen. Las rectas son sólo un ideario para pensar que todo debe de ser mucho más rápido de lo que en realidad debe de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Y por cierto a mi me gustan que tengan buena curvas, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;La naturaleza no se equivoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/7878046323724962311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/7878046323724962311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326300998014#c7878046323724962311' title=''/><author><name>Jose Vte.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967024982004109963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02800843365879717908'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2cntQ0RYSFk/TXUveq9IG4I/AAAAAAAAByQ/r7EWES_ZNdE/s220/foto-blog.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-494334158'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-1328299249610477466</id><published>2012-01-11T16:41:25.673+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:41:25.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No creo en las lineas rectas...y tal vez sea un ig...</title><content type='html'>No creo en las lineas rectas...y tal vez sea un ignorante...y ademas ilógico...pero...¡Cuanto me gusta ser un ignorante ilógico amante de las curvas y las formas naturales como la de los arboles a los que aludes!...Amo que dos puntos se unan en un abrazo o un beso y que hermoso es ver ese recorrido irregular y mágico...Un beso enorme y un abrazo , Wichahpi</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1328299249610477466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/5191877116706326134/comments/default/1328299249610477466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html?showComment=1326296485673#c1328299249610477466' title=''/><author><name>Sombragris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04288152531179837059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11511636594502434218'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6W4QkI9Sbr4/TcaKNDir7LI/AAAAAAAABPA/AgmbhMb73uc/s220/DSCF1434.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lasmiradasencillas.com/2012/01/rectas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782719650741307505.post-5191877116706326134' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782719650741307505/posts/default/5191877116706326134' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1226990267'/></entry></feed>
